#teach them to expect marrying into family and then deny them who’s fault is it?

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I just realized that despite the huge social gap between Misarya and Rhaenyra, they share common ground when it comes to being a woman in a man’s world: they share fear.

They both turned at a certain point in their lives towards a male they perceived as incredibly well suited to protect them (Daemon).

Alas!, they both soon came to realize there was a loophole in their logic.

Prince Charming was one to accept gladly his role as protector of that which “belonged” to him, but he’s also someone you might eventually want to be protected from.

No wonder Mysaria and Rhaenyra ended up turning towards each other.

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Sweet Sister (Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon!Reader x Jacaerys Velaryon)

AN: Oh gosh guys. I did it. Thank you to @zaldritzosrose for being my workshop partner (I also got the amazing dividers from her) and to my spiritual twin @foxyanon for reading a bit of it when I needed to make sure it was okay. Also this snowballed very hard very fast I am sorry.

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Summary: It wasn't the fault of them that this was their lot in life. Aemond and YN could only make the best of a marriage they did not particularly want. Yet Jacaerys does not see it as an obstacle. The gods made her for him. She was meant to be his.

TW: Language, characters are over 18, AFAB reader, use of YN in 3rd person pov, use of she/her pronouns, SMUT SMUT SMUT, oral (fem!receiving), a smidge of dry humping, lactation kink, tiddie sucking, masturbation, cuck!Aemond, threesome, Dom!Jacaerys, switch!Aemond (mostly veering on subbing), sub!reader, pregnancy kink, breeding kink, Jace's monster cock, NO DANCE, canon typical Targcest, Jace grinding his cock on Aemond, Jace cumming on Aemond, cum eating, spit, political marriage, Jace kinda teaching Aemond to proper fuck his wife, I think that's all

Pairings: Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon Niece!Reader, Jacaerys Velaryon x younger sister!Reader

Word count: 6.2k

It wasn’t his fault.

It was a thought that lived consistently in her mind in the years since her marriage. Both of them offered to each other’s mother as a solution to the growing rift between them. A marriage made in desperate hopes to avoid an ever looming annihilation.

It was good, she supposed, that it was to a man she was so familiar with. Her Uncle Aemond, while never particularly warm, had always been kind enough. He usually spared her the vitriol he shot at her brothers. Even when making it clear he knew the truth, he was less violent in his hatred. Queen Alicent raised him to be better than that.

A spat between boys here and there was acceptable, expected even. Training together, he got plenty of chance to beat on them, to spill the vile whispers that invaded his ears. Nobody but Ser Harwin ever said anything, but Aemond figured it was only because he was too stupid to pretend as everyone else did.

YN was different. Between his mother and Ser Criston, he knew that every woman was meant to be seen with a certain amount of respect. Despite who her father was, or wasn’t, YN was a princess. She was not like her brothers, who antagonized him at every step. And so he would hold his tongue.

As children, they were polite to each other. If he and the Velaryon boys were arguing, he went quiet when she would walk into the room. He would hold the door for her and in the same motion let it slam on Jacaerys.

It was this politeness that allowed Alicent to see reason. She couldn’t marry her only daughter to one of Rhaenyra’s sons, yet the King made it clear that it was his will their lines would converge. She made a counter offer to Rhaenyra’s, Aemond wed to YN. The Princess of Dragonstone denied for many the same reasons The Queen denied hers. But the Driftmark Incident all but forced her hand if she wished for Lucerys to remain unharmed as a consequence.

He was a good husband to her when they married not long after her coming of age. He stood by her side at court, always keeping her close. Over the moons they spent at each other’s side, a natural affection was felt between them. It may not have been a fairytale romance, but he at least could be counted as her friend. And for a girl who was without her family for the first time in her life, a friend was exactly what she needed.

It wasn’t Aemond’s fault that they were still expected to provide children to their line. They held off as long they could. Yet as they approached two years of marriage, rumors of infertility started hanging over their head. He could not bare to leave his wife to such scrutiny. It was only then they started laying together as husband and wife.

The affection they felt gave a solid foundation for their relationship in the bedroom. It was an awkward beginning in which he would blush every time his hand grazed her breasts and a small squeak would leave her lips when she saw him naked. Aemond, though, was a man of proficiency. He always planned to be the best in everything, the need in him increasing tenfold upon learning that bringing his wife to orgasm increased her odds of becoming pregnant.

“You looked lovely tonight at dinner,” he commented as they came from dinner.

“Thank you, husband. Your words flatter me always,” she told him.

He opened the door to their suite, the warmth of the fire already having filled the living space. When the door closed behind them, she let out a noticeable breath of relief. She always preferred the peace of their suite.

He stepped closer and began to unlace her gown. She reached behind her as he did so and took a hold of one of his wrists.

“Are you nervous?” he whispered. She hadn’t been nervous with him in months, but he always asked.

“Grateful, I suppose. For a husband like you,” she told him. Her dress fell to the ground in a pool around her ankles. She had forgone her slip and so she now stood naked in front of him. “I must admit though, today I am eager. I feel as though soon I shall be pregnant.”

He gave a small smile even though she could not see him. “A darling mother you shall be. How many do you wish us to have?”

“No less than two,” she told him. “So I hope you do not mind continuing this for a few years yet to come.”

“Never, my sweet niece. After all, I do still enjoy myself as a man should when I bed you.”

Satisfied, she released his wrist entirely so that he move as he wish. A feather light kiss to her shoulder as he began to undo his pants. A hand roaming the front of her body from behind, grabbing and squeezing to elicit soft little hums of approval from her. With his pants off, he stepped closer to her.

“Settee or bed?” he whispered in her ear, his hard cock pressing firmly against her ass.

“Settee,” she whispered while a shudder moved through her. Within a heartbeat, he lead her to the sofa near them.

“I want to make sure my seed takes in your womb, little wife,” he whispered in her ear before he helped her into position.

His touch traveled from her hip to entangle itself in her hair. She turned her face to him to allow a single kiss before he pushed her head roughly onto the settee’s cushion. Any sound she made was muffled by the cushion, but it was how they preferred.

The blood rush provided by his delicate fingers created as many desires in her as it sated. Any looks of love he would give her would be fake, they didn’t love each other. Yet when his nails raked against her back as he prepared to grab her hips, she knew she was lucky in this.

His left hand rested along the curve of her hip, fingers digging into the soft flesh to hold her where he wanted her. His right hand moved between her thighs before finding their home in her folds.

The fabric where her mouth was pressed warmed against her skin as she let out small, repetitive moans. In the months since their first bedding, his fingers had become experts at a quick orgasm. He would flex his thumb to rest against her pearl with fluctuating pressures in time with the speed of his middle and ring fingers thrusting into her cunt.

Her thighs trembled as Aemond curled his fingers, coaxing her orgasm ever closer. A faint sound of her moaning made it to his ears as her walls tightened around the digits. She came hard, only getting a second’s reprieve before his hand moved away and it’s presence replaced by his long cock.

His hips repeatedly moving into her turned him into a desperate man. Watching himself disappear into her cunt while her ass melted against the muscles of his lower abdomen was a sight made of sin. She was soaked around him, her juices dripping off his cock.

Aemond was a restrained man until he was on the precipice of orgasm. It was when she felt his fingers return to her swollen pearl and his hips start to stutter that she cried out. She could feel him pawing at her back, his once anchoring grasp becoming a desperate touch. His movements were no longer careful and considered as he rubbed his thumb eagerly against her pearl and fucked into her with abandon. She could feel the tension begin to build within her as she whispered his name into the cushion again and again.

She came for a second time, squealing into the cushion as she attempted to move forward. The pleasurable band that had snapped inside her belly increased how much she felt tenfold. Every movement of his cock was like the sweetest torture. The head pushed against that spongy spot inside of her, making her whimper with every brush. Her walls gripped even tighter, like he was the missing piece of her.

He groaned out her name as he released his spend, ropes of white coating her walls. She was certain, as he pulled out of her while trying to steady his breath, that this was it. This would be their luck.

Within two moons she had confirmation she was pregnant. She wrote letters to her family immediately upon telling Aemond. Together, they would walk to Her Grace the Queen’s apartments and tell her she would once again become a grandmother. One would think they had divulged the secrets of the universe with the way the Queen became so overjoyed.

She was approaching her fifth month of pregnancy when her family returned to King’s Landing so that her mother could take the Throne. With the passing of King Viserys, many had anticipated war. But neither Rhaenyra or Alicent wanted to risk losing their grandchild. If war had broken out, both knew that the baby would be torn between the desires of both it’s parents. That was enough.

YN stood in wait for her family alone at the Dragon Pit. The peace was tense already, and they had yet to arrive. But one by one, the elder members of her family landed on their dragons in front of her.

A journey by ship would take too long when there was a throne to take. Her mother dismounted Syrax with grace befitting a queen. Her eyes though did not fix themselves to her mother, instead the new Prince of Dragonstone capturing her full attention.

“My sweet sister,” her older brother said once he dismounted Vermax.

Jacaerys looked at her like she was his favorite toy. Two years her elder and that had never changed. She was his little sister, the one he knew the gods crafted from the heavens specifically for him. It was everything he believed to be true. She was meant to be his Queen, to be his.

That is why he was never too worried about her betrothal to Aemond when it was announced. Jace knew he didn’t necessarily need to be her first husband. Men run away or die every day, leaving their families behind. Knowing his uncle meant knowing how perfect the one eyed man had to be. He anticipated Aemond running away the moment he proved to be subpar at being a husband.

And when he did inevitably run, when he did abandon his wife, all Jacaerys needed to do was be there. He had told YN her entire life how he adored her, how he would give her a crown and a throne and nobody would doubt his devotion to her. She would be his equal in every way once he was King. No marriage to some lesser standing man would change that.

“Jace,” she said with a smile on her face. She closed the distance between them and wrapped her arms around his neck.

He was sturdy, lean but firm. There was no sway in his body when she all but collided into him in her excitement, her small bump pressing against him. He held her just as close.

Even her pregnancy could not dissuade him from believing they were meant for each other. Jacaerys knew she would have children from this marriage, he had long prepared for that reality. But this child was as much of her as it was of Aemond, and he would love every part of his beloved sister.

“You are stunning, my queen. The babe is not too much trouble, I hope?” he asks when he pulls away. But only enough to look at her.

“Oh none at all. The little bug has only just began kicking,” she told him.

“I was more referring to your husband, but I am grateful your pregnancy has been easy thus far,” he told her with a smirk, creating a giggle she could not hold back.

His eyes look over her face more times than he can count. He had never seen a beauty such as hers. From the way her lips stretched as she smiled, to the little furrow in her brow as she watched him look at her, to the subtlety of her eyes shining with a joy he doubted she had for years. Everything about her captivated him.

As his eyes raked further down her body he was a man in love. Her breasts already were beginning to swell with milk, looking deliciously full and ripe for providing his pleasure. The bump was small, he knew she wasn’t too far along just yet, but seeing evidence of a child growing inside her was enough for him to feel like a man gone mad.

His cock began to swell under his trousers. He could not resist pulling her in for another hug just to be able to rut against her for a mere moment. It was subtle, discreet, one would be forgiven for thinking it was the embrace of a brother who missed his sister. She knew what he was doing. She could feel his bulge pressing through his skirts and against her heat.

“I have missed you dearly, my queen,” he whispered in her ear.

“I have missed you as well, my dear brother,” she whispered, hugging him tighter to her.

Pregnancy had a way of clouding her judgement. She desired more than just this juvenile attempt at some relief. And while it was true Aemond would tend to her when her hormones became too overwhelming, there was a difference. Aemond was her husband, the man she was legally bound to. He was the father of the babe cradled safely inside her. He was allowed.

Jace was her older brother. Adore him as she might, he had no true claim to her. They had risked enough the night before her wedding when he made her ride his thigh to orgasm. It was his way of ensuring she knew pleasure before he would get the chance to properly give it to her. But now, to even do this was a slap in the face to her husband and an affront to the gods.

He pulled away, completely this time, and smiled at her. “Your presence has been missed deeply, sweetling.”

And with no other words he stepped away and allowed a proper greeting between her and their mother.

With Rhaenyra’s coronation and subsequent restructuring of the Small Council, life remained hectic for months. Rhaenyra was smarter than her father as a ruler, she understood that the only thing that posed a threat to her rule was the ambitions of one man in particular. The best way to remove such a threat was to understand the ambition and give it only enough power to remain useful to her.

Her first act? Removing Otto Hightower as Hand. He was still on the Small Council as Master of Whisperers, as he was a man best kept close and an expert of intelligence. In his stead she placed Jacaerys until such a time he was married and would move to his seat of Dragonstone. It would give him opportunity to learn the workings of ruling the country that would once be his. As a way to create good faith between her and her brothers, she offered them positions as well. She would appoint Aemond as Master of Laws, as she doubted there were any who knew more of Westeros’ histories and laws as him. And for Aegon she created the position of Master of Celebrations, offering no further explanation before he accepted.

Being as her husband was preoccupied with his newfound duties, YN spent many nights alone. The babe, due in the next month by now, made her ache and weep. It was all she could do to avoid such pains. If it wasn’t her back or hips hurting, both from the weight of her stomach and the way her body prepared for labour, it was the way her breasts were already filling to the brim.

Her only comfort was found in her baths. The water ran so hot it would be uncomfortable for many. She had the blood of dragons coursing through her, she carried a dragon inside her. A little extra heat did nothing to dissuade her.

In fact, she was sitting on the bed, waiting for her maids to bring forth the water needed. Her hands massaged her aching breasts to attempt to provide any relief for her. As such, she was hardly covered by anything. Only a thin sheet laid draped over her lower half.

There was a knock on the door. She beckoned them inside, assuming it was her maids. Yet when she opened her eyes, there stood Jacaerys. Her eyes widened slightly, though she made no grand attempt to hide herself.

“My sweet, are you okay?” he asked her softly. His voice was filled with a love she had mostly forgotten.

“Pregnancy is hard on the body, at it turns out,” she joked as he came closer to her. It was then she pulled the sheet up further, now hiding her breasts.

“And your husband is not here to attend to you,” he commented. He sat in front of her on the bed and repositioned the sheet, exposing her breasts and pregnant belly to him.

“He does as he can. His duties have been weighing more as of late, though, so I am typically asleep by his finishing hour,” she told him.

“A dutiful wife. Never speaking ill of him,” he whispered.

“He has been good to me, Jace. He cares a great deal for my safety and happiness. Better to me than I believe many would have been,” she said in response. Her words were soft and genuine. She bore no ill will for Aemond, truly she did not. And she would not pretend she did.

“I am grateful you were granted such a kindness by the gods.”

His hands moved now from the sheet he stilled gripped to roam her stomach. The babe kicked at his touch as if to say hello. The two chuckled at the sensation.

“She has never kicked so eagerly before,” YN told him.

“She?” he asked with a quirked eyebrow.

“Call it instinct,” she shrugged, smiling at his hand on her stomach.

“She has a fiery resolve, just as her mother and her mother before,” Jacaerys told her happily before leaning forward and placing a kiss to her stomach. “Such a beautiful mother already, my queen.”

“You are too good at your flattery, brother,” she whispered.

“Is it flattery if it’s true? Is it flattery if just the sight of you, swollen with a babe and practically dripping milk, make my cock harden?” he asked, looking up at her with his chin rested on her stomach.

When her jaw slacked and her lips parted, he knew he had her attention in the way he needed. He moved up her body, pressing gentle kisses along her stomach and breasts as he did. Her uptick in breathing was bordering on panting as she watched him. His mess of curls tickled her skin just as his lips did.

“Can’t wait until it is my babe in your stomach. But I will love this one just the same,” he murmured against her skin.

“I am married, brother,” she whispered as she attempted to move his head away.

“You think the gods care for the law of man when they have crafted you for me?” he asked. His body did not budge at her insistent nudges.

“Jacaerys,” she whispered.

His hand flew up to grip her wrist. It did not hurt but it was a former grasp than Aemond ever had. In a moment her hand was being held to the mattress by his own, his head unmoving. His face was nestled comfortably in the crook of her neck where he inhaled deeply.

“You know you were made for me, little one, just as I have known it always. And you said yourself our uncle cares for your happiness, yet where is he? Why does he not tend to you as you prepare for him the greatest gift?” he murmured against her neck.

“He is busy,” she whispered, her eyes fluttering shut as he once again inhaled her.

“The gods themselves would have to bind me to the earth in order to keep me from putting my cock in you whenever you needed,” he told her before nipping at her skin.

His free hand found it’s way to her left breast. She whimpered a bit under his touch, the pain she felt earlier mixing with a pleasure from how much he desired her. She could feel his smirk against her neck as he began rutting his hips against her lap. His hardened cock pressed painfully into her thigh.

She should tell him to move. She knew he would respect her desires. But how could she focus on any desire she held save for him? She had always loved Jacaerys as he loved her.

Her first memory was of Jace promising her she would be his Queen. He doted on her from the moment she was born. He had always told her she was his, made for him by the gods to be his perfect match, even after her betrothal. And while she understood the role she was meant to play in keeping the peace, she believe it too.

“What is this?” Aemond’s voice said from the door.

YN was about to answer him, to insist that despite what it looked like she had only been waiting for her maids to draw her bath. She could only hope he would understand. Instead, Jace sat up. He smirked at his younger sister before turning to face Aemond, his hand never leaving hers.

“I am doing your job, since apparently you do not find my sweet sister important enough,” he said to the blonde man.

“Do not speak to me of my wife,” Aemond said darkly. “She understands the nature of my position.”

“You do not speak to me of my sister,” Jace commanded. “She is beauty in all she is, she is carrying your child, and yet you do not wait on her hand and foot? Instead leaving her to rot in this room while you pour over your books and scrolls.”

“I am a prince you do not get to speak to me this way,” Aemond said angrily, though not as loud.

“And I am Prince of Dragonstone, Heir to the Iron Throne!” Jace all but shouted. “I should have your cock removed since you do not use it as you should! Send you to the Wall for daring to deny my sister an existence of gluttonous pleasure!”

Aemond silenced himself and looked to his wife. His wife who, until this moment, he wasn’t aware could look at someone with such a burning desire. But she looked at Jacaerys the way he had once hoped they would looked at each other, when he thought there was hope they would love each other. He could see that for her, Jacaerys hung the moon and stars.

“Close the door and sit in that chair by the window,” Jace told Aemond.

Having no choice to comply, the older man did as asked. There was little doubt in his mind Jacaerys would send him to the Wall if for no other reason than to have YN to himself. And so, he shut the bedroom door and took a seat in the chair.

The bed was close enough he got a perfect side view of his wife. He could admit the sight of her displayed in such a manner stirred something inside him. He could feel his cock twitch at the sight of her full breasts, her rounded belly, but mostly? It was the way she wasn’t even concerned with him.

Her focus was solely on Jacaerys now. Her brother was back to pressing kisses against her body. It was the first time Aemond could see the faces she made with the slightest pleasure. How easily her face contorted the second Jacaerys took one of her nipples between his teeth was a sight he wished he could commit to memory.

“Some ground rules,” Jacaerys said after pulling away from her breast. He looked to Aemond. “Sit in that fucking chair until I tell you you’re allowed to move. Answer me when you’re spoken to. Stroke your dick or whatever, just do not leave that chair.”

“And if she asks for me?” Aemond asked him.

“She won’t,” was all Jacaerys offered him. But it was enough to make YN whimper beneath him. Aemond flushed as his cock twitched once again, hardening with every passing second.

Jacaerys turned to YN, smiling down at her. “And you, my beautiful, darling, sweet sister…all I want is your permission to love your body the way it is meant to be loved,” he said. His voice with her was soft and tender as opposed to how harsh and angry he was with Aemond.

“Jace,” she whispered. She began to turn to Aemond, but Jacaerys gripped her chin and kept her gaze on him.

“No, my queen, it is not about him. It is about you, and us. About you belonging to me, if you wish,” he whispered to her. His brown doe eyes made her melt before he sat up, finally releasing her hand to he could grab the bottom of his shirt.

All she could do is nod. She was speechless with the sight of him pulling off his shirt. His toned abdomen caused a gush of her arousal to pool between her legs.

She felt heat flood her cheeks when he removed the sheet from her lower half. Her face felt even hotter when he pushed her legs apart, eyes locking in on her cunt.

“Such a pretty pussy, baby,” he praised her, hands rubbing the inside of her thighs. “Doesn’t she have a pretty pussy, Uncle?”

For the first time, YN looked at him. Her wide eyes were heavy with lust. In all the nights they had spent together, he had never really allowed himself the chance to take in the beauty of her face. He wanted more. Needed more

“Yes,” was all he could manage to say. His eyes moved from her face to where Jace was touching her. In almost expert fashion, Jace removed his pants. His cock was longer than Aemond’s, thicker too. As husband and wife stared at the monstrous cock, they both couldn’t imagine how it would fit.

“Have you drank from these tits, Uncle?” Jace asked Aemond without turning his eyes from her pussy. He smirked at how wet his sister was, feeling more desire in him than he had ever felt before.

“Not yet,” Aemond choked out. His self restraint was out the window now. He pulled his cock from his trousers and gripped it in his hand.

“Seems fitting, I suppose. You were the first to fuck a babe into her, I shall be the first to drink from her,” Jacaerys smirked at the idea of claiming a part of her Aemond had not.

He laid his cock in between her slick folds, allowing it to rest against her clit while he leaned down and began suckling from her. His left hand held one tit while he suckled from the other. Her sweet milk flowed freely past his eager lips and onto his greedy tongue.

He moaned against her as he ground his hips against hers. Her slick aided his cock in sliding between her folds and creating a friction that caused her to whine out. She couldn’t hold the moans from her lips.

“Fuck,” Aemond whispered. His pupil was blown wide as he desperately stroked his cock. Pre-cum beaded on the head just to continuously be wiped away by a swipe of his cum.

With a loud pop, Jacaerys pulled off her tit. He kissed her hungrily. There was nothing he needed more than her. He couldn’t help himself. He pulled his hips back just far enough to readjust, pushing his cock into her. She groaned into the kiss, feeling the burn of stretching around him. His hips stilled when his cock was seated half way inside her.

He broke the kiss after several moments. He looked between her lips and her leaking tits. His cock throbbed at the sight.

“So beautiful,” he whispered. “So fuckable. So perfect on my cock.”

“Yours, Jacey, yours,” she muttered. She made a pointed effort to ignore her husband whimpering in his chair. The thought of him so hard at this sight made her pussy flutter around the cock inside her. “Want your fucking cock, Jacey. All of it.”

He kissed all over her face as he pushed further into her. She cried out his name repeatedly, moaning, begging for more in the same breath she cried it was too much. Jacaerys nearly busted inside her in that moment. Her full tits moving with just the slightest snap of his hips, her cock drunk expression written on her face, her pregnant stomach pushing against him.

With her beautiful sounds as encouragement, he began fucking into her with abandon. All that mattered to him was how perfect she felt around him. Her walls squeezed around his cock in a quiet desperation to keep him inside her. With every stroke, the tip pushed against the spongey part of her walls, causing her to cry out his name. She was more sensitive in her pregnancy, allowing for her orgasm to build quickly.

“Fuck, fuck,” she moaned out as the band inside her snapped and her orgasm washed over her entirely.

The gush of her release flooded over his cock. He wanted to hear her moans every day. It was all he could think about as his balls, heavy with his load, slapped against her ass. His grunts and groans of pleasure drowned her out until finally he cried out her name, spilling his seed deep inside her.

“Stop,” YN commanded Aemond after a few seconds.. He looked to her face desperately, obediently stopping his furious tugs of his cock just as he was on the verge of his own release.

“What do you wish, my queen?” Jace panted, pulling his still throbbing cock from her.

“Eat your spend from my cunt. Then when you pull away I wish Aemond to begin to fuck me, and you spit your seed into his mouth,” she told her brother, never looking away from Aemond. She watched as his cock twitched with anticipation. “I think that is what my husband wants, too.”

Jace smirked at her once more before looking to Aemond. “Come over here, then. Naked. My Queen wishes to enjoy you.”

Aemond had never moved so fast in his life. As Jace moved down his lover’s body, YN took her husband’s hand. It was a small moment of intimacy neither had allowed themselves before. Until tonight, a certain part of them remained duty. But now, there was no pretending.

Jacaerys lapped eagerly at her clit once he found his home between her thighs. She squirmed under his careful tongue, whimpering his name. Aemond felt desperate now, to make her replicate those sounds for him.

Jacaerys pulled away from her right before she came again. She was breathing heavy, eyes wide, as she looked down at him. Without breaking eye contact, he reached beside him and grabbed Aemond by his cock. Wordlessly, Aemond allowed himself to be lead, occasionally bucking his hips into Jacaerys’ hand. YN moaned at the sight.

With Aemond in position, his cock firmly pressed against her entrance, Jacaerys grabbed his uncle by the jaw and squeezed. Aemond instinctually opened his mouth. The brunette looked to his sister, who at this point was rubbing her own clit, before turning back to Aemond and spitting the mixture of his seed and YN’s release onto his waiting tongue. Just like a seasoned whore in Flea Bottom, Aemond swallowed eagerly.

“Tell her thank you for the gift she has bestowed in you,” Jacaerys whispered in Aemond’s ear. His hand moved to grasp his uncle’s cock, giving slow, lazy tugs. Between the heat of his wife’s pussy all but begging him to fuck her and the firmness of his nephew’s hold, it was almost painful to not begin to fuck her at a reckless pace.

“Th-thank you, for giving me a child,” Aemond stuttered out. Jacaerys began grinding against Aemond’s hip, his cock hardening with every passing moment.

“Apologize to her for not satisfying her enough,” the future king demanded. His eyes watched his sister’s fingers rubbing furiously against her clit, her body trembling. And then they traveled up her body. “Tell her what a goddess she is.”

“Such a goddess,” he whispered, looking down at her. “I am a fool for not worshipping every moment.”

“Mhmphh,” Jacaerys breathed out as he rutted against his uncle. “Slide your pretty cock into her and beg her to keep you. Beg our Queen to decide she wants to keep you when I marry her.”

As soon as Jacaerys’ hand fell away, Aemond buried himself to the hilt inside her pussy. But his hand was not unoccupied for long. He batted her hand away from her clit and replaced her fingers with his. He rubbed the sensitive nub in time with his thrusts against Aemond’s hip.

“Do not cast me aside,” Aemond begged her, his hips moving at breakneck speed as he pounded away at his wife’s pussy. “YN, my wife, please. Keep me by your side, fuck, fuck, and and I will worship you.”

“Slow yourself, match your thrusts to mine. Deeply,” Jacaerys whispered his ear. Aemond was quick to adjust his speed. He wanted to make both of them happy.

“Fuck,” YN whined out. Her thighs were trembling uncontrollably as once again she approached orgasm. “Want both of you. Want to be Queen. Want to be both yours,” she begged the two men. Her back arched as she screamed out, their names tumbling from her lips in a jumbled mess. Both men tried to maintain their movements as she rode out her eye.

Jacaerys came first, still sensitive from his first orgasm. His sticky spend painted Aemond’s pale hip before beginning to slide down the taut muscles and onto the mattress below. Aemond followed sooner after, his seed finding home deep inside his wife.

The three of them were breathing heavily. Jacaerys stepped back off the bed, finding a cloth so that he could wipe off Aemond’s hip. By the time the blonde prince had pulled out, his cock had softened. But neither man could avoid staring at her pussy as it leaked cum.

Aemond laid beside his wife, Jacaerys on the other. She giggled and pulled a sheet over their bodies.

“We shall wed in the Valyrian tradition, and our Uncle and I shall take turns fucking babe after babe into you,” Jacaerys whispered as he kissed her cheek.

“It is against the Faith, the law,” YN reminded her brother.

But Aemond saw the frown on her face and knew how much she wanted that future. And he wished for it too, wished for more nights in which the three of them could spend together. Something inside him shifted as he looked at the two of them. What was once a marriage to his dearest friend was now more. It was a chance at a happiness he would never have allowed himself.

“Lucky for us, we know the person responsible for the law,” he murmured as his hand rested on her stomach. “And I have it on good authority he wishes nothing more than to allow us this pleasure.”

She looked up at his face, her gaze soft. “Truly?” she whispered.

“Jacaerys is right. I have been a fool. A fool for not realizing the beauty that you are, the wonderful thing you are giving me,” he leaned forward and kissed her forehead. “And this was the happiest I have ever seen you.”

“It is the happiest you have ever been either, dear husband,” she pointed out. “I have never seen you so responsive.”

Jacaerys rested his own again against her stomach, his finger tips grazing Aemond’s. “I am glad to have seen it from the both of you.”

“Marry her. And we shall all be together as we were tonight,” Aemond murmured. Jacaerys chuckled. “What?”

“Oh next time, I’m fucking your ass while you fuck her,” he smirking. “Or maybe we should see if both our cocks could fit in her.”

“Oh, I think she’s definitely a good enough girl to let us try. Aren’t you, my wife?”

She nodded eagerly before leaning up to kiss him. He hummed against her lips for just a moment before she pulled away and kissed Jacaerys.

When she pulled away, both men moved as close as possible to her and held her.

“I love you, sweet sister.”

Taglist: @alexagirlie

[aero-sense]

After finishing The Northman, more than ever I wanted to understand the King Aurvandil’s perspective.

Queen Gudrún claimed he had little heart for anyone, yet from what little we saw from him, he was filled with affection towards his family. Aurvandil appeared to love his son, and treated him far more warmly than Gudrún ever did, for reasons later explained. His fatherly treatment of Amleth mirrors how Fjölnir adores and teaches his sons.

Of Fjölnir, I find it ambiguous how Aurvandil felt about their bond before he was betrayed. Aurvandil kept Fjölnir around despite the risk of his bloodline to the throne, and even celebrated the birth of his nephew. He expected complete obedience from Fjölnir as a subject, possibly more so as a “half-breed” always needs to know his place. When Fjölnir confronts Aurvandil, he says, “he beholds his brother’s eyes in amazement…pity you never paid heed a bastard’s eyes before." Yet, did Aurvandil not drink to the accomplishments of his brother the night before?

Lastly, Queen Gudrún, who felt she was “endured”. As we find out later, King Aurvandil kidnapped her, either as a slave or made her into one. Yet he married her. He elevated Gudrún’s status to a queen’s, raising her class, and giving her servants to respect her. When he returns, in his own words, he is "like a battle-dog returning to its master,” placing her above him in public. Was it only because she gave birth to a son, or more?

But I do not mean to pacify the King’s faults. He denied his wife’s offers to sleep in bed, leaving her cold as he longed for battle and war. He placed a dead prince’s necklace around Amleth’s neck. There is nothing clean of his blood soaked hands.

But he still loved. He loved Amleth, he loved his brother, he loved her. And they loved as well. Which brought them to their undoing.

[drwcn]

《 Without Envy 》 storyboard 9 - concubine/sleeper agent!wwx & prince!lwj [Master List], you should also have read [6] [6.2]

Lan Qiren coming to visit Hanguang-fu effectively put an end to Wei Wuxian's time as Lan Wangji's servant. He wanted to send Wei Wuxian back to Jiang-fu, but luckily, Jiang Yanli interfered.

Jiang Yanli has been slowly recovering since her drug-induced miscarriage, and while Wei Wuxian had slowed her progress with sedatives, he's been careful to keep an eye on her intake to make sure Jin Ziyan hasn't been messing with her again. As well, with Wei Wuxian occupying Lan Wangji's time and keeping the Jiang family in his good graces, Jiang Yanli had the time she needed to recover fully without needing to push herself to entertain Lan Wangji for favour.

“妾身见过太师，给太师请安。” “阿离啊，听说你小产后一直身体不好，这下着雨，你怎么来了。起身吧, 孩子。” “承蒙太师与陛下惦记，殿下垂怜，阿离的身子已经大好了。阿羡本是妾身院里的，是妾身的陪嫁，一直都安分守己，对王府对殿下忠心不二。是妾身无用，身子一直不见好才让阿羡到王爷身边侍奉。刚见阿羡被太师训斥，相比是阿离平日里管教无方，无心顶撞了太师。有什么过错，都是妾身的错，还请太师责罚。” ~translate~ Jiang Yanli dipped into a proper curtsey, kneeling before Lan Qiren, "This humble concubine greets Taishi. I pray that you've been well." "A-Li, I've heard that you've not been well since your miscarriage. It's raining today, what troubled you to come? Rise, child." Lan Qiren's stance softened upon seeing Jiang Yanli. His late sister-in-law had no daughters, and so often summoned the daughters of nobles into court to dote on and mentor as her own. Jiang Yanli, gentle and proper, has long been known to be a favorite of the late empress. She may not be the greatest beauty in her generation, but was second to none when it came to etiquette and grace. "Thanks be to His Majesty and taishi for remembering, and thanks to dianxia's for his care, my health is much improved now. A-Xian was once a member of my court, my peijia. I've always known him to be obedient and conscious of his place, and loyal to wangye and this princely manor. It is only on account of my poor health that he's been summoned to serve at wangye's side. Earlier, I heard Taishi chastising him; surely it must be A-Li's fault for failing to teaching him propriety and thus causing his unintended offence. The fault is with A-Li, and so I humbly submit myself to your discipline, taishi." Lan Qiren sighed. He did not wish to stir up trouble over a servant. If Jiang Yanli was willing to stand up for this Wei Wuxian, then he must have his uses. At the very least, he'll be a confidant for Jiang Yanli against Jin Ziyan. Lan Qiren so hoped that one day Wangji would choose the Jiang girl as his legal spouse and secure his marriage once and for all. If sparing one lowly servant was the price then so be it. "Very well, A-Li. Since the servant is yours, then his training and discipline shall be your responsible. He is unsuited to serve at the prince's side. It is good that you have recovered; Wangji should not be without a caring partner."

And so, Wei Wuxian returned to Jiang Yanli's side as a servant. Lan Wangji had to watch him go and could not interfere. The next several days was depressing for both of them on multiple fronts.

Xue Yang was very unimpressed:

"So you're tell me that you got to spend quality time with Lan Wangji for months and then... didn't get anywhere?" "I was getting there okay? How was I supposed to know his stupid uncle was gonna barge in like some nosey busybody and ruin everything!? I haven't seen Lan Zhan in days..." I miss him. How horrifyingly embarrassing. He probably forgot me already. "Don't tell me you actually miss him??? That you - barf - fell for him? Whatever happened to standards??!" "You watch your mouth, Xue Chengmei! I'm still your shixiong! And I have standards; Lan Zhan is...very good." Xue Yang: ( ˘︹˘ ) whatever.

Lan Wangji, the sulky boy that he is, brooded for days until Lan Xichen finally sought him out for some good ol' brotherly heart to heart.

"I hear Uncle took away your shiny new toy." "Wei Ying is not a toy." "Wei Ying is it?" Lan Xichen wiggled his eyebrows. "Ah, didi, you have to think a little more creatively. So your Wei Ying has gone back to his mistress, but is his mistress not your concubine? Jiang-furen is still unpregnant, I might add. Visit her. Then surely you'll get to see him." Lan Wangji grimaced. The thought has occurred to him, but the idea of bedding anyone not Wei Ying is intolerable. "Yes, Yanli is lovely, but I'd rather not...you know..." His brother was too polite to roll his eyes. "You've done it before, Wangji." "I would not have had to, if xiongzhang simply did his duty." Lan Wangji bit back icily, and instantly regretted it. Lan Xichen's eyes widened, his cheerful-teasing expression stuttering and crumbling in seconds. "Yes...yes that's true." "My sincerest apologies, huangxiong - no - bixia." Lan Wangji rose to his feet and then bowed down deeply. "I forgot my place. I accept any punishment." Lan Xichen sighed and extended a forgiving hand to pardon him. "Not necessary, Wangji. You're right. I haven't done my duty for Gusu." He pulled the younger man to sit beside him again. "You are doing this in my stead, stepping up where I have let the country down. I should not make light of your sacrifice. The matter of a harem is inevitably complicated, which is why I never cared for one. Neither did Father. His harem had always been sparse, and his first empress was not one of his choosing. When she died in childbirth and our unborn sibling along with her, he elevated our mother's rank to Empress and visited no one else henceforth." "Mother was never popular with the ministers for that reason." "Yes. They suspected that she had something to do with...well, in any case I imagine they were quite relieved when she passed." Lan Xichen shook his head. "The harem is not a happy place, Wangji. You were born after Mother was already Empress, you would not have remembered a time when she was consort. But I do. Like you, your concubines did not get to choose their fate. The fault, ultimately, lies with me." "Huangxiong -" "It's true, Wangji. The fault is mine." Lan Xichen patted him on the arm placatingly. "You cannot love them, and clever as they are, I don't think your concubines would expect you to. However, you can ensure their happiness in other ways. Jiang-furen seems the kind to very much want a child of her own. It will make the rest of her life in your harem more bearable."

After some deliberation, Lan Wangji went back to his routine of visiting different concubines regularly, but never more than just sharing a bed-space. With the exception of Jiang Yanli. Lan Wangji could see it in her eyes; she knew who he really wanted, but those words never needed to be said aloud. Jiang Yanli was kind to him, and he was kind to her in return. All things considered, it wasn't awful being with someone who wasn't your preferred, but who knew you for yourself and shared your struggles.

"Dianxia, you must've heard, that before I married into your wangfu, I was betrothed to Jin Zixuan." She mentioned one evening over a game of weiqi. Of all his concubines (which he has 4) and friends (which he has few), Jiang Yanli's skill on the weiqi board was unparalleled. Lan Wangji half wondered how the Marquis and Marchioness of Yunmeng could have buried this talented daughter of theirs under the shadow of their son for so many years. "Yes I am aware." "I loved him." "...." For a minute Lan Wangji did not know how to reply. He stared at the chessboard. Jiang Yanli's black pieces had surrounded his white ones and forced them into a corner. "Why are you telling me this?" "Your court, my clan: we are their creatures." Jiang Yanli 's smile was knowing. "I am not A-Xian; I can see what he cannot." "Which is?" "You've fallen for each other. Completely. He denies it, heaven knows why." Jiang Yanli took a delicate sip of tea. Fleetingly, Lan Wangji imagined that if he could not have Wei Ying, if he were forced to take a legal wife to make empress, that she would make a magnificent one. "Father loved Mother. Loved her as a wife even when she was only a consort -" "And his love spurred the hate of the royal court." "They blamed her for his loving a woman more than his country, as though she should have persuaded him to love her less. I do not want the same to happen to Wei Ying." "Nor I." "Huangshu says I would need a legal spouse one day, someone virtuous and from a strong pureblood family." "Is that what dianxia wants?" "I want it to be Wei Ying, though I know it to be impossible. Barring that, I'd want to keep him safe in the harem, the size of which will only grow after I succeed the throne." "For that, dianxia will need a spouse who will reign over the harem as you rule over the country." Lan Wangji contemplated his choices and the options available to him. After some time, he placed the white piece he fiddled between his fingers back into the bamboo bowl, conceding that he'd lost this round. Jiang Yanli waited patiently for him to come to terms with the offer she already knew he would make. He wondered how long ago she had foreseen this moment, whilst simultaneously realizing that if his uncle had any idea just how intelligent she truly was, he would not be so quick to suggest her as a candidate for princess consort. A weak emperor and a strong empress never boded well for the stability of the realm. This was dangerous waters Lan Wangji was wading into, but he knew beyond doubt that the only way to survive was to keep straight ahead. He had no other path to take, none which maximally balanced what he wanted with what he needed. Jiang Yanli was his only solution, his only ally. "Huangxiong suggested that we have a child together." He finally said, staring her squarely in the eyes. "You and I can agree that the son of Gusu Lan and Yunmeng Jiang would certainly be a strong contender amongst his brothers." "She could be a daughter." "Then I'd cherish her more. A child and a crown - would they make you happy, Yanli?" "If I said yes?" "Then they're yours." Jiang Yanli smiled.

Two months after Wei Wuxian was dismissed from Lan Wangji's service and the prince began visiting Jiang Yanli, good new was delivered to Jiang Fengmian and Yu Ziyuan. The message was this: Hanguang-wang's Jiang-furen was with child yet again.

[writebecauseyoucannotbreathe]

Ultimate Ship Meme: Azulaang

Rate the Ship -  

Awful | Ew | No pics pls | I’m not comfortable | Alright | I like it! | Got Pics? | Let’s do it! | Why is this not getting more attention?! | The OTP to rule all other OTPs

How long will they last? - Until I say so. I can see them being together after death as spirits.

How quickly did/will they fall in love? - Ooooh boy. Azula struggles to understand friendship. I think she'd fall in love fast and hard but take the longest to realize. Aang wouldn't let himself get attached at first because Azula is unapologetic and one of the things I like about Azulaang is how it would push Aang to deals with the nitty gritty gray, not in a The Fire Nation was right all along way but in how even Kyoshi and Roku's conflict resolution let to disagreements. I think it would take Aang longer to fall in but once they reach a semblance of common ground he'd be well aware he's falling in love and would enjoy the ride.

How was their first kiss? - Let's see my fanfics. In Blue it was awkward. In Weightless it was sweet. In Smut it was horny and hate filled. In canon I think their first kiss would be very passionate and then they snap back to reality and Aang would evade while Azula denies so they wouldn't talk about it but they'd for sure be thinking about the kiss.

Wedding:

Who proposed? - Technically Azula. As soon as Aang hears about a Fire Nation wedding, either his friends or he learns about Ozai and Ursa's wedding, his mind would be set on a wedding. He wouldn't say anything but he'd squirrel away relevant wedding information like he'd hear a song and go "I want that instrument to play at my wedding." But Azula would have her life planned out by other people and there'd be a set date where Ozai now Zuko are supposed to comb through suitor requests (it was probably Ursa's role. If she's there she'd talk to Azula directly instead of Lo and Li. I don't think Lo and Li are high enough rank to determine the suitor but I think it would be customary/expected for their input to be asked). Azula would tell Aang something along the lines of "I should be wed." and he'd agree and then Azula will spend an abnormally long time wondering if he married her because he liked her or because it's his duty until she asks him while he's discussing potential baby room colors pre wedding.

Who is the best man/men? - Sokka and Toph. Azula was going to pick Momo but he made a better flower girl. Yes she did this to annoy Zuko (and because Toph didnt want to wear the bridesmaid outfit) it's okay though Fire Lord Zuko was the guest of honor.

Who is the braid’s maid(s)? - Katara, Suki, Mai, Ty Lee. Mai pretends she hates the outfit but she's secretly pleased.

Who did the most planning? - Aang did the most thinking but Azula did the most planning.

Who stressed the most? - Externally Aang. Internally Azula.

How fancy was the ceremony? -

Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.

100% Azula's fault. Aang has no clue what Fire Nation weddings are supposed to be like.

Aang: Wow I can't believe all weddings in your Nation are this big.

Azula: They're not. It's because I'm Royalty and you're the Avatar.

Though I hc that Aang wants to get married in all the different Nations and Azula secretly wants to experience a small wedding so they get married 3 more times with one of them being a very small Air Nation wedding.

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? - Hmmm I'm not sure. On one hand, Ozai redemption. On the other hand, Ozai death.

Sex:

Who is on top? - Aang. Azula thinks she wants to be on top but she'd rather be pampered and Aang is more comfortable communicating and attending to needs. Aang has no strong preference either way and they do switch but this is their usual dynamic.

Who is the one to instigate things? - Azula but she denies it.

How healthy is their sex life? -

Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now

I think it's up to the reader's preference but I can see them being very private (Azula) and naturally talented (Aang) to the point where they assume every couple has sex daily. Hc that Aang and Suki talk about sex freely (ex: When I do __ should I __ or do girls prefer ___? I can never tell with Azula. Why do guys do ___ after ____ ? I've tried asking Sokka but he doesn't give me a straight answer.) Much to the fear of Sokka and Azula.

How kinky are they? -

Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

Again up to the reader. They both like learning new things and are prodigies so I think they'd end up reading about things to try in bed (Azula) and would try things out to see what they like (Aang) until they learn what they and each other generally like/dislike.

How long do they normally last? - 

Does the Avatar State remove your refractory period? >;3c

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? - No. Aang likes overstimulating.

How rough are they in bed? -

Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it.

Neither can dirty talk. Azula is rougher. Aang likes to take it slow. She sets the pace in the beginning but he decides when it ends.

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? -

No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.

Azula refuses to cuddle in public but in return they cuddle all night.

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? - hc them having twin boys at first with one firebender and one airbender because poetry. But Azula really wants a girl so they have a third child she is an airbender with Aang's charm and knack for getting in trouble and Azula's ruthlessness. Amon kidnaps her and instead of easily escaping (Aang's genes) she instead viciously mocks him the way only a preteen can (Azula's genes.) It's traumatic enough for Amon even before the parents show up. Then Aang wants another one and Azula wants another firebender so they do the do and surprise triplets! (maybe it has to do with ejaculatimg in the Avatar State lol) So 6 in total and lets say its 3 boys 3 girls with 3 airbenders 3 firebenders.

How many children will they adopt? - None. Azula is wary of motherhood and I know people like to hc Aang as adopting and while I can see him acting as a father figure to several kids I think he'd greatly prefer biological kids especially airbenders. It's a flaw that was barely touched upon and def not handled well in Legend of Korra.

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? - Servants or Aang. After a kid or two Azula would be comfortable enough to change the diapers but it would still be mostly Aang.

Who is the stricter parent? - Depends on the kid. Aang is more lenient with airbenders and Azula with firebenders or girls. I can see Azula being strict with training & studies but not with sharing whereas Aang would have less rules but they'd be more heavily enforced (ex: no airgliding without supervision until you've mastered the safety course)

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? - Azula. She's pretty lenient with the term dangerous esp. when it comes to firebending as long as basic safety measures are applied (ex: you can pracrice lightning as long as it's not pointed towards yourself aka dont be Zuzu) but Aang is of the mindset "How are you gonna learn airbending without dangerous stunts?" And after the first few incidents she started stepping in.

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? - Azula but Aang cooks them.

Who is the more loved parent? - Appa

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? Azula. When Aang attends the teachers shower him and his kids with compliments ("You're doing so well teaching your kids the values of the Air Nomads. It must be so hard being The Last Airbender"). They do the same with Azula but unlike Aang she sees through it and manages to get an accurate assessment of how their kids are doing.

Who cried the most at graduation? - Aang was more happy than sad. Azula cried before and after.

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? - Aang. He is a notorious lawbreaker. Azula would bail the kids and she could do so quicker than Aang in a few cases because of her connections but she'd be mad so their kids would rather call Aang or break themselves out.

Cooking: 

Who does the most cooking? - Tied. Aang at first but then Azula wants to learn and after Aang teaches her since she has less experience she finds more enjoyment in cooking.

Who is the most picky in their food choice? - 

Technically Aang since he's a vegetarian. Azula hasn't tried as many foods and she's used to not making a fuss at the family dinner table to the point of which Aang notices.

Who does the grocery shopping? - Both. Aang has a better eye for vegetables/fruits and Azula is better with prices (it's not about the cost it's about the value).

How often do they bake desserts? - Aang bakes them when he can/weekly. They're fruit based so if Azula doesn't want dessert he gives it to Momo or flings it at a target.

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? - Gee I wonder. Aang eats salad Azula eats meat.

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? - Aang but Azula tends to figures it out. Azula is more likely to plan a dinner but she wouldn't make it a surprise.

Who is more likely to suggest going out? - Aang but Azula is a close second. It would be a tie if it wasn't for the bathhouse.

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidently while cooking? - Accidentally? Aang. On purpose? Azula.

Who cleans the room? - Servants or Aang.

Chores: 

Who is really against chores? - Azula hates cleaning up but she's neater.

Who cleans up after the pets? - Aang.

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? - Aang.

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? - Azula.

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? - Aang.

Who takes the longer showers/baths? - Azula. In the Fire Nation Palace Aang has taken to chatting with Azula in the Royal Spa while he feeds her (and mostly himself) cherries.

Misc:

Who takes the dog Appa out for a walk? - Aang

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? - Never. Once they like the room they like the room. If its an event they'll go to a different location for it or leave the Air Temple as is.

What are their goals for the relationship? -

To stay together.

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? -

Aang slept for a hundred years so I'll give it to him.

Who plays the most pranks? - Tie. They've both pulled elaborate pranks as kids.

[inuyashaha]

Here are my thoughts that no one asked for regarding Inu no Taisho and his wives. This is long.

Because Inuyasha is our protagonist in "Inuyasha," we have heard a lot more about his mother and, through the movie, her relationship with his father. It's painted as romantic and with Inuyasha being beloved son of that union. Makes sense. A lot of Inuyasha's issues were over the fact that he was hanyo, a union between yokai and human.

As a result, however, I think there is a tendency to look at Inu no Taisho's relationship with Sesshomaru's mother in a bad light. Clearly, he left her. They were incompatible. He found true love with Inuyasha's mother and he favored the son of his true love over his first born son...which....I'm not totally convinced.

I tend to think, in true noble fashion of that era, Inu no Taisho had his first and main wife, Sesshomaru's mom, but he certainly could take another wife without it being a slight to her necessarily. If we are looking at tradition, the first marriage may well have been a union to join two clans or powerful families. Sesshomaru would have been the symbol of this advantageous match. I kind of like the idea of Sesshomaru's mother being a little older and a little wiser than her husband, a proper first wife to teach and guide him as he grew into his power. I like to imagine him a little awestruck by her and grateful for her wisdom.

As could be expected of a noble man or yokai, he would have been well within his rights to have affairs. So would his wife, for that matter, but she would probably need to be more discreet. That would not mean their bond was any less, necessarily. He would not need to divorce her to get with Inuyasha's mom. Other than the fact that Izayoi was human, Sesshomaru's mother probably would not have been super surprised that he took another wife. As long as she maintained her status as first wife, no big deal...maybe. I'm still wondering if Zero thought she was going to be second wife, and Sesshomaru's mom was all, "I think NOT!"

And my understanding is that getting married in the old fashioned way was less a grand romantic gesture and more of "hey we've been sleeping together a while, you have no husband, and you're having my kid...so...you're my wife now." This would be true especially for secondary wives.

Notice both Sesshomaru's mom (I wish we knew her name!!) and Izayoi had their own households. It wasn't like Inu no Taisho moved in with Izayoi and sent child-support payments for Sesshomaru and never looked back. I can imagine that he was a lot like Sesshomaru, wandering around his kingdom, establishing dominance and occasionally visiting one wife or the other. Maybe when he was old enough, Sesshomaru joined his father on these wanderings.

We know that Inu no Taisho gave Sesshomaru's wife the meido stone and instructions with how to teach their stubborn and arrogant son some compassion. When we first met her, she did not show anger or sadness when discussing Sesshomaru's father, and even though she commented on Sesshomaru's strange taste for humans like his father, she did not seem angry or upset about it. She even lamented that Sesshomaru did not have any of his father's charm. She then goes on to revive the human Rin for her son's happiness. She even warned Kohaku that he could not be revived either. She did not come across as a woman scorned. She had no particular beef with humans though she did not really get the appeal of having babies with them either. Zero is the one who seems to have a personal vendetta against humans who bear hanyos.

That doesn't mean Sesshomaru's mom wasn't upset. I think Yashahime is starting to explore that side of her, but even Zero's comment to Sesshomaru's mother was less, "ha-ha, you got replaced," and more that in protecting the other woman, her beloved husband was killed. Zero insinuates that it was Izayoi's fault that he died (although he was already dying at that point from his battle with Ryukotsusei).

I hope they don't make Sesshomaru's mom the pining woman done wrong. I think that's more Zero's story than hers. I just hope that we can see a story where her husband did love and respect her, but he was a man of his time, and he just happened to have another wife as well.

I hope, much like Sesshomaru thought his father had denied him his birthright and made Inuyasha the favored son before we learn that it was a (admittedly convoluted and kind of mean) "rite of courage and cowardice,' we also learn that Inu no Taisho did love his first wife. We discover Inu no Taisho did love Sesshomaru and gave him what he needed most. I hope there is something similar there for Sesshomaru's mother.

Also, a lot of Inuyasha and Sesshomaru's story is about overcoming their father, rising above him. Clearly, his personal life was something of a mess with two wives, and a scorned, humiliated...woman, courtesan? former lover? And with his two sons at each other's throats over decisions he made to "help" them. Maybe his sons' stable relationships with their wives and hopefully, children point to another way they have surpassed their father.

[sweeethinny]

death bed (coffee for your head) by Powfu for Drastoria?

I know that music has all this super sad background and that you would probably expect me to make Astoria die, BUT, as I always say here, nothing in this world will make me leave another child in the universe of HP orphaned, so, everything ends well at the end of this one shoot. I took a long time to write, mainly because I wanted it to come out the way I wanted, and I think I came up with something similar to my head Sad stories and fights are still a hindrance for me to write, but I am improving Thank you for sending! I loved this suggestion <3

''Astoria, I love you so much, which is why I'm writing this.

Last night after what your father said, after everything they pointed out ... I cannot arrest you, I cannot condemn you that way. You deserve so much, much more than I can give you. I wanted to be the man who will give you a family, a son, who will see you come in white and be waiting for you to be able to say 'yes', but it's not me. Unfortunately. It sucks that we met in this life, when I'm just a monster, just like your dad pointed out. That's what I am, after all. You always made me very happy, never doubt it Astoria, being on your side made every minute worthwhile, and for a few days I even thought I could leave it all behind. But I can not. It just doesn't work. As much as you say my past doesn't define me ... it does, Tori, he made me like this, he made me have the fucking Dark Mark on my arm and I can't get you sick with this shit. Don't blame yourself or lose sleep over this, you have a bright future ahead and you deserve to live the best life ever. Thank you for seeing me a little bit of the life I could have had, but unfortunately that needs to end.

I wanted to be the man of your life, like you were the woman of mine.

I will love you forever and ever.

Forever Yours,

Draco Malfoy''

She wanted to throw up, cry and scream all at the same time, lying on the floor while sobbing, watching the paper tremble in her hands, and the ink getting more and more smudged with every drop that fell.

Draco left her

Before she could think, before could reason perfectly, she was leaving the room, running through Greengrass Mansion, jumping the steps and barely seeing the path had taken to her father's office, opening a door with all her might, exploding in all its fury before the man could defend himself;

''He ran-away! Are you happy now? After you said all the things ... all that bullshit! He was just a boy! Coerced and afraid of having their parents dead! He was never a murderer, he never did me any harm, and now, because of that shit of yours yesterday, he found it safer to leave.''

"Well, it looks like he hurt you now" The man shrugged, still stiff and looking indifferent, which irritated her even more

''What ... Draco thinks he's doing me a favor, that you were right, that ... DO I LOOK HAPPY?''

''Don't you see the ruin it would take you? What would it do to your reputation? No one else would look you in the face!’’ Astoria snorted irritably

''And do I care about that?! Fuck them!, I DO NOT CARE. You can't meddle like that in my life, I'm not a child and I know very well who I choose to marry''

''You look crazy, do you see that? Screaming and doing all this drama''

''All this drama? My fiance left me because of you!'' The father finally seemed to feel something

''My fault? If he were a real man he would have hit the front, not run away like a coward! In fact, running away is the only thing the Malfoys know how to do. ''

''He knew it would hurt me, he knew that causing a fight with you would hurt me ... '' The man fought a battle with a daughter, one staring as angry as the woman

''You said it yourself ... do you look happy?’’ He raised a dark, defiant brow.

''I'm going after him'' She turned away, being stopped on the next step, feeling her father's hand on her arm

''Astoria ... ''

''No, he is my fiancé and I am going to marry him, whether you like it or not ... I always knew that people would talk about it and that they possibly came back against me, but my own family?'' She swallowed the ball that formed in her throat, with her eyes prickling ''I think you look a lot like the rest of the pureblood, after all''

It wasn’t very easy to find Draco, there was a world of possibilities where he could have hidden, and as far as Astoria knew him, he would have preferred a place she wasn’t aware of how to get there.

What made her travel to Scotland.

Being Pure Blood had its privileges there.

She had already talked to some people who might know about her whereabouts - even her in-laws (they wouldn't be ex, until she decided they would), but nobody knew anything. Nothing, until she presses one of his co-workers and finds out that he has taken a portkey for Scotland.

It was so obvious, and so stupid that she hadn't thought of it.

Of course, this was not a small neighborhood with few houses and few people to question about a handsome, tall blonde, it was a country, and it took a lot of effort to imagine where Draco would be hiding.

And so, she was going up to an abandoned and broken castle that was on top of a hill, in one of the cities in the interior of the country, feeling frozen by the wind that whistled in her ears, time closing over her head, and the houses looking smaller and smaller. But at least, she found him

"You idiot!" It was the first thing that came out of her mouth as soon as she opened the door to that old, dark castle with a smell of dust that would probably make her sneeze, managing to find him sitting in one of the most distant chairs, drinking something that looked like wine

''Astoria .. What the fuck are you doing here?'' She realized that there were pictures torn across the walls, in addition to broken silver, looking very familiar for some reason.

''What do you think? Marry you, idiot! Or did you think I would swallow all that shit and be quiet?'' The two were close, and as much as she missed him a lot, after all, it was almost two months hunting him around, her fury was first ''Do you think I care about any shit you did years ago? During a war!? I do not. And it annoys me that you make that decision without consulting me or asking me what I think about everything my father said, and if you want to know, I think it was great nonsense.''

''You do not understand? Astoria, you deserve someone better than me, someone who can- ''

‘’-I want you, is it hard to understand? Did the Dark Mark melt your brain by any chance?'' Her heart was pounding, so nervous and happy to have found it, and alive. For a few days, she really thought she would have lost him forever, far beyond mere rejection.

"No, and that's why I'm giving you a chance to run a long way"

''I did, and even then, I ran to a fucking hill behind you. I think that says a lot'' the man denied, pacing and messing with his long, light hair.

''I cannot arrest you''

''It was never a prison, I'm here of my own free will, I'm old enough to make my own choices, I'm not a slob like you and my father seem to believe'' Draco looked at her as if he had heard the greatest offense in the world, grabbing her shoulders and vehemently denying

"I would never think of that"

''Is what it seems. You think I have no right to say who I should or shouldn't marry, whether or not I should stay by your side, which is my decision, only mine! How many times do I need to say that what you did or did not change what I feel? I like you Draco, I love you, we all have a past, and you've changed’'

''How are you so sure of that? How can you not even imagine that I can succumb to the darkness again?'' She already wanted to cry, exhausted from all that, needy with the whole situation and possibly getting sick from the drastic temperature change

''You could have done anything that day, you could have acted in many other ways, but you just preferred to do nothing and go away, afraid of hurting me ... Would you do that if you remained on the side of darkness? Would you care that much?'' Astoria stared at him, letting the walls fall completely, tired '' You said you couldn't be the man of my life, that you couldn't be the one waiting for me at the altar, that you wouldn't be the father of our son, but. You can be all of that, you are already the man of my life Draco. Every time .. '' She let herself cry, biting her lip before continuing ''All the times I thought you could have died, that you would have really abandoned me, that I would be without you .. I wouldn't even update imagine without being able to wake up by your side, of not having your love notes hidden by the house, of being alone.''

''I just don't want to hurt you, Tori, I could never do that to you'' When she think back to that night, she would remember there were tears in his eyes ''I love you so much, so much, that if necessary, for protect you, I stay away''

''You're already hurting me, and you're already getting away and proving to me that this is not what I want ... When I asked you out the first time, you asked me if I wouldn't mind the looks, and I said not. And Draco, I didn't change my answer'' The man wiped away her tears, smiling sadly in her direction

''I was thinking it was for your good'' Astoria denied, finally hugging him

''It wasn't ... I need you here with me, I want you here'' Then, without even realizing it, she continued; ''How will I raise a child on my own? He needs a father to teach him how to fly''

''What?!'' Draco pushed her away, eyes bulging and squeezing the woman's shoulders, looking like a white paper.

''Oh .. right, I forgot to mention that I'm pregnant'' Astoria smiled awkwardly, a little waryly, before being pulled back into the hug, feeling his chest tremble in a silent cry, which obviously caused your.

In the end, Draco was the man who had seen her come in a white dress, who had become her husband and who was the father of her son.

He was her man, always had been, regardless of anything.

And there was never anyone who made her change her mind.

[thetwoplayergays]

RFA with a royal MC 👑

Quarantine has thrown me back into my old fandoms, as I’m sure it has for many, and I’ve been reading Mysme headcannons all week so I thought I’d throw my hat back into the ring

Yoosung

Yoosung’s been working for the royals since the day he was born, being from a poor family

His parents were the personal servants for the king and queen back in the day, that’s how they met.

Naturally, when the two best servants of the castle had a son, they had their eyes on the boy

Rika was Yoosung’s mentor and taught him all he needed to know to get comfortable in the palace

He still can’t cook though

“Rika look what I made!”

“...Yoosung are you trying to poison the princess?”

“Princess??”

The first time Yoosung meets you, he bumps into you in the corridor carrying a load of clean sheets

You both end up on the floor, sheets flying everywhere don’t worry Yoosung Jaehee will take care of it

The poor boy is already apologising before he even looks up and realises who he just bumped into

Now he’s not just sorry-

He’s horrified

He knocked over the princess!!!1!

Immediately he’s on his knees, gathering up the sheets and apologising over and over- poor boy looks like he’s about to cry.

But you aren’t angry at him. No- you start to laugh

“Mistakes happen! It’s okay- here let me help you!”

Yoosung watches in awe as the princess starts to help collect the laundry for him

She’s not meant to do that?!?

“I-it’s okay it was my fault-“

“Nonsense. I wasn’t watching where I was going, I am just as much at fault as you are, okay? No hard feelings!”

And then she

giggles

Yoosung’s down for the count- game over

He meets you again the next day and his face just bursts into a bright shade of red

“It’s you again! Looks like we keep bumping into each other, huh?”

Hahaha kill me now Rika quick my heart can’t take this

It takes Yoosung a few weeks to get used to seeing you around the palace without making a total moron of himself every time

You even manage to have a few delightful conversations before you’re whisked away for some royal duty

It took even longer for him to actually introduce himself to you

“Yoosung? What a sweet name...”

Good job MC you killed him again

Zen

You already know this dork is the most famous actor in the whole village

He puts on a play every week in the town square and the people love it

He eats up all the ladies’ attention, I mean,,

Are any of us surprised?

“Zen! You were amazing tonight! If I didn’t know any better I’d say you’d even have impressed the princess if she saw you!”

Little did he know, she did see

When you heard about this so called ‘handsome actor’ down in the village of course you were going to go investigate for yourself

With the help of some of the maids who you confided in Jaehee, you manage to sneak down into a village just in time to see the performance for yourself

Naturally, you were hooked

Good job Zen you made the princess horny have a cookie

Of course Zen continues to perform every week, non the wiser to the newest addition to the audience

That was until one night where you accidentally locked gazes with eachother and he saw this girl smile for the first time

Dumb bitch forgot his next line and got a deadly glare from his co-star

After the performance, Zen immediately ran into the audience, ignoring the swarm of fans that surrounded him as he looked around for the girl he saw in the audience

In that brief moment, Zen was so entranced by her that she hadn’t left his thoughts since. She was so beautiful, she even reminded him of the princess.

Funny how that is

That’s when he spots you, diving into the dark streets of the village in a dark cloak

“Excuse me- yes I’m so glad you enjoyed it- yes- excuse me- coming through!”

He pushes past all the fan girls and full on sprints after the princess, ignoring the shouts coming from behind him.

This lovesick fool is convinced he just met the love of his life and he wasn’t about to let her get away

Eventually he manages to catch up to you and grabs your shoulder before you can leave again, giving him a brief moment to catch his breath.

“Why princess, leaving so soon? I never even got a chance to say hello~”

He meant it as a flirt.

He didn’t expect to look up and be talking to the actual princess

Shit fuck shit shit oh fuck-

“I- I mean- um-“

“They did warn me you were bold...”

You tease him with a small smirk on your face, watching Zen’s face morph into panic upon realising who you were.

“I normally hate being called princess... I’m open to making exceptions however. Your performance was incredible.”

You lean forward just then and place a chaste kiss on the actor’s cheek, pulling away with a small blush on your face.

“Perhaps we’ll meet again at your next one.”

And just like that- she’s gone

Zen is left in the empty streets, stunned, flustered, and completely convinced this princess was going to be the death of him.

Regardless, he’s practicing for next week’s performance before he even gets back home

Jaehee

Everyone in the royal family knows that maid Jaehee is the best in the kingdom.

She’s perfect at her job in every way, and always knows how to make the royals feel as comfortable as possible living in the castle.

Need something cleaned up? Call for Jaehee.

This food doesn’t taste quite right? Call for Jaehee.

Princess needs a personal maid? Call for Jaehee.

When the king and queen first approached Jaehee on the subject, she initially refused, telling them that although she was extremely flattered they had thought of her, she didn’t want to abandon the rest of the duties around the castle.

But the king and queen insisted, only wanting someone they trusted to help their daughter.

And who would be stupid enough to deny a request from the royals themselves

Jaehee was forced to accept the position.

It was difficult having to adjust her priorities with the new job. Jaehee no longer was in charge of the castle as a whole, but rather her focus had to be entirely revolved around you at all times.

Though you were incredibly nice to her, she tried her best to keep things professional as one should. She never spoke up, never crossed her line as a maid and always did her job perfectly.

....at first

One night, you requested for Jaehee to accompany you on a walk around the castle, and of course the girl was happy to oblige.

She quietly listened as you rambled on, talking about your passions, listing all the things you had to do that day, etc.

Everything was fine until Jaehee spotted a rather shady individual approaching you two from behind, but was a second too late in realising they had a knife.

Within an instant, they aimed the blade at Jaehee’s throat and ordered the princess to come with them peacefully, or the maid ‘gets it’

Oh no honey, you don’t threaten Baehee

This girl takes down the man in a flash, barely giving you time to realise what had just happened before guards were surrounding them.

“Oh I- I learnt a few martial arts moves from the knights when I was younger.. it was simply a hobby..”

“YOU HAVE TO TEACH ME JAEHEE!”

“I couldn’t possibly Princess-“

“PLEASE!”

....

The next thing she knew, the princess and her maid would sneak out every night for private self defence lessons

The maid grew to look forward to those evenings, the one-on-one time with eachother giving you and Jaehee time to bond and properly grow as friends rather than simply working under the professional environment of the castle.

Jaehee was able to relax and show her true colours to the woman she was dedicating her live to every day, which only made your ‘friendship’ stronger.

“My father told me today that he’d have to start looking for suitors for me to marry soon..”

“Oh... have you got anyone in mind, your highness.” Why do I feel so upset

“...perhaps.”

You never spoke of that conversation again.

That didn’t stop it from keeping Jaehee up at night though

Jumin

Oh this boy is already a royal. I mean.. do I need to explain myself?

You and Jumin actually met when you were just children, your families visiting eachother often in order to form alliances.

Everyone always said how cute of a couple you two would make when you were older, cooing over the two children who just wanted to play swords.

Let the children play swords King Han come on!

Eventually, the alliance that Jumin’s kingdom and your kingdom had broke apart over petty quarrels, and the two children were ripped apart, likely never to meet again.

“Jumin!! I don’t want you to go... I thought we were going to play king and queens...”

“Don’t worry MC, I’ll become the greatest king of my kingdom, and then I can visit you whenever I want. Doesn’t that sound wonderful?”

...

As the years flew by, Jumin’s childhood friend became nothing but a distant memory, his future as king being his primary focus.

His father was constantly bringing many woman into the castle, claiming to his son that she could be the new queen until she disappeared a few weeks later when he got bored of her.

It made Jumin despise the idea of marriage, making a silent promise to himself that he would never marry once he was on the throne, no matter how many woman threw themselves at his feet.

One day, King Han recieved message that another woman had arrived at the castle, asking to visit the prince.

Jumin initially marked it off as another woman trying to convince him to marry them so they could become princess, and told his father he was not interested.

“My son, one day you will take over this kingdom of mine, and when that time comes you will need a woman to help you bear an heir. Send her in!”

Mr-I-Won’t-Marry remained in his chambers during the woman’s visit, refusing to even give her the piece of his attention.

But he couldn’t avoid her forever, eventually having to leave for supper, where he discovered the woman having a polite conversation with his father.

Great. Another one had fallen for his tricks.

“If you have come here to attempt to marry into the royal family, I suggest you leave this instant before I call the guards.”

“Oh Jumin.. you don’t recognise me do you? It has been a long time. You haven’t forgotten me entirely, have you?

“.....MC?”

Surely enough, once the pieces began to fall into place, Jumin instantly recognised the kind and beautiful woman standing before him.

How could he possibly forget such beauty?

“I’ll leave you two alone to catch up! It has certainly been a while, princess. Please make yourself at home.” Use protection son

Once you and Jumin had started talking, he quickly fell into his old habits of conversating with the princess, having forgotten how easy it was.

“Remember when you told me you would become the greatest king of this kingdom Jumin? Oh naive we were back then..”

“Yes. Though I still plan on taking over my father as soon as possible. I think it is about time that the contract of our kingdoms’ alliance is revisited, don’t you?”

“I couldn’t agree more.”

Saeyoung

Every good kingdom needs a little spy dog- Right?

At least that’s what your kingdom agreed upon when they hired a young boy off the streets to come work for the palace

Saeyoung had a pretty good life growing up amongst the court, which was a startling difference to the village below. He wasn’t there just for fun though.

The king and queen needed to keep the village in check, to make sure there were no riots or attempts to overthrow them. That’s when Saeyoung came in.

This redhead acted as the kingdom’s informat, regularly taking visits down into the streets to chat up the royals, learn of any criminals who had plans to tarnish the good reputation of the court and quell any possible rumours of a rebellion amongst the common folk

He was real good at it too, and everyone in the kingdom loved Saeyoung with all their heart.

Protect the boy

One day, he was taking his weekly trip down to the town when he sensed he was being followed, and immediately put himself on high alert.

He would wonder through alleyways, zig-zag through the busy streets in the hopes of losing them. Nothing worked however, which forced the redhead to confront his stalker head on.

To his surprise, upon cornering the figure in a dark alleyway in town, he was met with the face of the princess, full of guilt and annoyance over being caught.

You explained how much you had wanted to visit the town and see the nitty-gritty of what it was really like to live there, something that was always hidden from you during royal visits.

And Saeyoung had to admit, this chick had some real kick to her

He still dragged you back to the castle though

He thought that would be the end of it, but the very next day he felt the same stalking presence behind him as he left to go into the village

That sneaky little-

“My my~ Princess, if you wanted to spend time with me all you had to do was ask.”

Your face blushed a bright red at the comment, coming out of your place of hiding in defeat at being caught once more.

You waited for Saeyoung to take you back to the castle immediately, however, the sturn instruction never came, and you look up at the boy to see not anger, but a large smirk on his face, a hand outstretched towards you.

“One day. That’s all you’re getting. Got it, Princess?”

To say you were overjoyed was an overstatement.

At the end of the day, Saeyoung was almost disappointed to have to take you back to the castle, finding the two of you made incredible companions together. Spending time with you was one of those few moments where he could genuinely smile and laugh, not forcing it politely in front of the royal family or a group of rioters who he needed to win over.

No, this was new.

The next time Saeyoung had to visit the village, he was almost disappointed to find that you weren’t behind him. So what did this idiot do?

Continue to do this job alone like he was being hired to?

Or climb up the side of the castle towards the princess’ chambers?

If you answered B, congratulations

Luckily for both parties, You were sat on the balcony, looking longingly out into the world like a Rapunzel waiting for her Prince Charming.

“Hey Princess!” Oh would you look at that

“I heard there was a group of bandits that were going to rob a local store tonight. It would be a shame to have to stop them alone.... unless purrrhaps you felt it was necessary for me to be accompanied by someone?”

“Oh, do you need a guard?”

“Wha- no, Princess I meant-“

“Can the great Saeyoung Choi not beat a group of bandits on his own? Or does he need the fragile princess to beat them for him?”

“Marry me”

Jihyun

It was your birthday and your whole day was filled to the brim with celebrations of every kind

It was exhausting

All you wanted to do was to sit down for more than ten minutes without a guard finding you and dragging you back for your next activity.

You even tried to hide in the maid’s quarters until Jaehee found you and scolded you 

After a long day, the royal family was finally able to sit down and relax for an hour or two for the last activity of the day.

What was the last activity you ask?

What kind of a birthday would it be without having your portrait painted by the finest artist in the kingdom.

The idea of having to sit perfectly still and look regal for god knows how long wasn’t the most appealing thing in your opinon, but it was better than standing on your feet for any longer, so you took what you could get.

Of course, when the painter walked into the room for the first time, your attitude definitely changed.

“MC, this is Sir Jihyun Kim. We will be sure to make you look magnificant.”

On the outside, Jihyun was calm and collected, being professional in the presence of the princess.

On the inside, this boy was panicking

What if his work wasn’t good enough? What if he made the princess look ugly? Can you be executed over a bad painting?

You noticed a few minutes into the session how his shoulders were extremely tense and how he would barely make any conversation with you. 

Sorry Jihyun, but the princess gets what she wants on her birthday

You began to talk him up more, complimenting him on his other paintings that you had seen around the castle, asking him about his life at home and why they had never met before despite him being the best painter in the kingdom.

Eventually he explained to you that Rika, one of the royal advisors, had recommended him to the royal family back when they were engaged, but now that the couple had split under rather unfortunate circumstances, he wasn’t as comfortable as he used to be in the castle and only visited to paint for the King and Queen occasionally before leaving again.

He expected after admitting all of this for the silence in the room to return, but to his surprise, you continued to talk to him, expressing sympathy over the situation and how you would have liked to meet him sooner.

Before you knew it, you both had fallen into a comfortable conversation with eachother and the hours that you had previously been dreading had flown by.

“Sir Jihyun, how’s my portrait coming along?”

“Oh- uh...” 

He’d finished it hours ago. He just didn’t want to stop talking to you

When he finally gathered up the courage to show you the final product, he was incredibly relieved to see the smile on your face as you praised it, thanking him for such a beautiful piece of art.

“Sir Jihyun this is wonderful! I can’t thank you enough.”

“It was no trouble, your highness. I enjoyed painting such beauty.”

“What?”

“What?”

Saeran

Okay so maybe attempting to break out of the castle prison early wasn’t  the best idea

But in his defense, his backup team was being too slow to rescue him, so he took matters into his own hands

Saeran wasn’t the most noble of people by far, oh no, but he’d never done anything worthy of the death sentance

Just a few robberies here and there, maybe a heist or two.

Did he have some of the crown jewels in his pocket when the guards caught him?

Maybe...

Regardless of what happened, here he was now, running through the halls of the castle after lockpicking his way out of the dungeon, with the guards close behind.

Stupid dork didn’t think this far ahead.

Turning a corner, Saeran spots the handful of guards facing away from him at the end of the hall, and knowing how close the ones behind him were to catching him, he knew he was trapped.

There were no windows to jump out of either, only a door beside him leading to who knows what.

What other choice did he have?

Saeran yanks the door open and sneaks inside quickly, hoping that he was quick enough not to get caught as he closed it behind him. He leans up against the wall in an attempt to hear the guards outside passing the room, non the wiser to where he had gone.

Success! 

Well... almost

What Saeran hadn’t accounted for was you, who had watched the whole ordeal go down from the foot of your bed. In your room. Which he had just trapped himself inside.

Slow clap for Saeran everybody

“To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Saeran’s victory smirk was quickly wiped from his face as he turns to face you, a brief expression of panic flashing across his face as he took in where he was.

Oh fuck

“I don’t owe you anything, princess.”

“Are you sure? Because it’s seems you’re losing your little game of hide and seek with the guards.”

“Alright listen here you little-”

You were right though, the guards outside had slowly begun to narrow down the short list of possibilites where Saeren could have hid himself, and it wouldn’t take long for them to burst into the princess’ chambers looking for him.

Of course, you knew that, evident by that smug look on your face.

The boy had no choice

“...What do you want?”

“I want to come with you!”

.........what

“You can easily escape them if you climb down the balcony, but only if you take me with you.”

“...Why would I take you with me?” More importantly why would the princess want to leave with someone like him

“You know your way around the village don’t you? I want you to show me what it’s like down there. What it’s really like. It’s a small price to pay for letting you escape don’t you think?” 

Oh this one’s fiesty. I like her

“Alright then princess, you got yourself a deal. Don’t come crying to me though after this. It can be rough down there.”

just how she likes it

[extremelyblackandwhite]

betrothed

Pairing: Viking!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warning(s): strong language, forced engagement

Next Part 

The weather was dark, the clouds filled the endless once blue and sunny sky mirroring the sadness that had fallen upon the the vikings once news that their fearless and beloved king had sadly passed away. Everyone who was someone had travelled from all across the land to lay to rest the beloved leader. He was electric, fearless, smart, every single quality you’d read a great king possessed but, unlike what the people refused to acknowledge, he was just a man and all men eventually face defeat towards time. 

Queen Hertha stood in her main room, greeting the leaders from other tribes who’d come to pay their final loyalty to the deceased ruler and to promise to keep it when his son was to rise to power. His son, it seemed like all the attention fell on the dead man and his son who so many people expected great feats from but if you asked him, he wasn’t sure if he was ready to commit to what his father had been trying to teach him for years. James was a wild soul in his mother’s eyes and if asked, she would swear her son had taken upon her as he was not a easy target to tame. Perhaps this would’ve made a great general, a great fighter but he was to be king and kings are not expected to be reckless. 

Everyone seemed to assembly around to see what it was to come of the King, the new King who simply refused to accept his new role. He was barely around and when he was, he’d end up storming out and only returning after months. To say his people were worried about his fate was an understatement. 

Just across the ocean, the news of the late King’s passing reached the leader of a small village in Britain, a village well known for being in favour of the king due to their farming and trading goods. Despite this, the news of sadness came with more of a warning.

     - You disrespect your ancestors and your father, Y/N. - Lady Elizabeth followed her daughter across the village as she angrily ripped apart the letter sent to her by her father. It was hilarious really, a man who’d spent years and years ignoring the fact that he had a daughter now wanted her services, not only that, he wanted her freedom to be offered as a token to people who she simply had a hatred towards. - You should be proud that your father acknowledges you as worthy enough to be sent ...

    - To be sent as a gift? - she interrupted her mother, abruptly stopping her step and turning to face her. - I’m sorry but I refuse to take orders from him.

    - You are not to be sent as a gift. You are to wed the late King’s son and become Queen how is that such an awful fate? - Lady Elizabeth tried to call her daughter to her senses. Whatever waited for her daughter was a golden opportunity in her eyes. - You will strength the bound between our people and their people. 

    - I’m not gonna marry some stranger specially the King’s son. They’re ruthless people who kill innocents in order to uprise their status and I refuse to be associated with them much less married to one of them. 

    - This is not a request, it’s an order, Y/N! You are going to present to your father tomorrow and you are gonna make this family proud ... - Lady Elizabeth was now, this time, interrupted by men that Y/N knew way too well, the guards. They stared at the two women before them before settling eyes on the youngest. News had travelled faster and not a single soul opposed to her leaving their town. Y/N was a weird girl in their eyes and she clearly was not the first born male heir they had been waiting for. To be honest, none of the ones she loved and none of the ones she didn’t had been very pleased with her birth. She was the oldest of five children, the only child to ever be born to Lady Elizabeth and Sir William. They were as close to royalty as they could and if it wasn’t for the looming hand of the Norse they would’ve been King and Queen and, in some way, they were in the village’s people’s eyes. Now Y/N? She couldn’t possibly be what they wanted and her father made it very clear when at fourteen he had sent her to a nunnery and declared her a bastard instead of his daughter.

   - Lady Y/N, the sire requires your presence. Immediately. 

Sir Williams’ estate was large. He was a great ally to the Norse and as such they had showered him and his family with riches. However, as a bastard, Y/N was to inherit nothing but a common grave, not even her father’s last name. After the birth of her four brothers she was left to her own, doing what she wanted but she guessed now being a woman was of interest to his father. She walked into a big dark room only lit by two windows which matched the gloomy atmosphere that had set. 

  - My daughter. - her father spoke, climbing from his chair and walking towards her. - I see you’ve earned your mother’s good looks. You are to big me such pride. 

  - I am not going. - she spoke, her mind made up. There was no way in hell she was going to be engaged to someone who believed in the same cruel ideals his people believed him. 

  - It is your choice, my child, but should you choose to deny my wishes I’ll have your mother locked up maybe decapitated for her treason.

  - My mother agrees with you she has nothing to do with my choice. - Lady Elizabeth had been offered divorce right after her birth as if it were her fault she had birthed a girl and not a boy. Nonetheless what was done was done and her father had soon married a young woman who gave him the sons he wanted so it was no surprise for the young girl her father had such little respect towards her mother. - You can’t do this. 

  - You can either go or you can live the rest of your days with guilt, my dear. 

  - If I go, do you promise to make sure my mother is financially comfortable? - now, that side was truly her father’s. A negotiator, an innate ruler.

  - It’s a fair trade. 

  - Then I’ll go.

[janevillanueva]

jane & rafael: telenovela loves & true love interests.

disclaimer: this post/essay will discuss michael, but it’s not meant to open the door to anger or discourse. he’s just part of the story. this is not an anti-anything post and he will not be tagged, neither will the ship. if you are gonna argue, please don’t. this is meant to be a civil post. thank you! ♡

jane the virgin is a cw show based on the 2002 venezuelan telenovela juana la virgen. while some factors are altered for american television, jtv carries the same key elements as it’s telenovela counterpart and for all intents and purposes is a telenovela. under the cut i’m gonna get into what that means and how/why it shapes the show and jane’s love story. this is long so apologies if you’re on mobile.

a common misconception among non-latinos is that a telenovela is simply a soap opera in spanish. while the two share similarities a telenovela is a condensed story told over the course of about nine months. it is usually a story of rivaling families and/or a love story in the vein of cinderella or pride and prejudice. a telenovela has to be a balancing act. it has to be unpredictable and ridiculous, but have a soft landing at the end. it throws endless drama and twists at you, but the ending is always fundamentally the same. you know the story - and that is not a bad thing.

because of this, if you are familiar with telenovelas, you immediately know that jtv is jane and rafael’s story. jane and rafael’s relationship being messy is what makes them the main couple. telenovela couples are a disaster, and we love them for it. we eat up their forbidden romance, their fights in the rain, their longing. now, with that comes a lot of “problematic” and “toxic” behavior. it’s a staple. there are age differences, power imbalances, fights, potential incest, MURDER. you name it, there is a telenovela plot. if you look at it from a telenovela pov jane and rafael are actually pretty tame. but they still are a telenovela couple. and some of those trademark things are part of their story because they are an ode to the genre. and the drama is their driving force.

for me, being team rafael was never about who the better man was or who “deserved” jane. it was “this is a telenovela and this is their story.” rooting for them was about the culture i know and hoping the show would respect that and the source material. it was “THIS IS THE STORY.”

what i love, however, is how they also challenge what that means. yes, they fight. jane is judgmental of other people and rafael shuts off emotionally. they scream at each other. they do all of that. and it turns some people off. but what they also do is is talk. they communicate.

think about early s4, probably the worst raf has ever been. he fucks up big time. but it’s a learning experience for him. the show does not excuse him. he gets hit by a car, he sits with jane on the floor and acknowledges that he fucked up. he cries to her, with her and realizes he has to do things differently. and this is just one example. later that season he reads jane’s writing and finds she wrote about michael, he feels shitty - but in the end they talk, he apologizes and gets her a private writing space. every fuck up, every choice, is something that brings jane and rafael closer and makes them change toward becoming right for each other. i have no doubt they were in love in season one, but they weren’t right for each other yet. 

this is where jane and michael come in.

i say this with no malice: michael was a false romantic lead. he was a plot device. i always knew this. it sounds mean, but i don’t mean it to. it’s just a fact. that isn’t to say people who ship them are invalid, but in no way were they ever cheated or lied to by the writers. they just misunderstood the story.

the very crux of the jtv love triangle is being practical and safe vs. following your heart and being brave. i’m not going to deny jane loved michael, just like i’m not gonna deny she loved adam. love often comes many times and teaches us things every time. but a lot of jane’s love for michael came from having a plan and it being simple. from what xo and alba wanted for her, not what she wanted for herself. it fit in a binder. with michael she had settled into the idea of being a teacher, which was not her dream, and by age 23 (a baby!) she was looking forward to marriage.

(sidenote: lbr, she wanted to have sex. from a narrative pov jane marries michael so early in the show so she can have sex in future seasons while still keeping the traditional telenovela wedding series finale. it’s a bridge and a way to extend the long journey to her finding her way to rafael again.)

none of this is to say a simple life is a bad life. but we know that in jane’s heart that is not, and never has been, the life she truly wants. she loves telenovelas because she loves the idea that two people are meant to be together, she loves romance novels and she loves writing. jane plays it safe because she has the catholic mindset drilled into her by alba, and has tried not to repeat xo’s mistakes. her life is about caution, but that isn’t what her heart wants. she has big dreams. but no one who pushes her outside of her comfort zone to follow those dreams, or even simply acknowledges her as a writer. until rafael. 

and rafael is not michael. they are very, very different relationships. raf is not simple. he is a complex character and a flawed one as well. he is a telenovela lead. “i’m your romantic hero. i may be flawed, but i’m yours.” in season one jane and rafael love each other magnetically. they love each other because of their destiny. and at that time, it’s not enough. they BOTH have to change. rafael more so, of course. but even rafael being the one who changes his reality to have a life with jane is foreshadowed in season one with alba’s story about grandpa mateo giving up his money to be with her. when you look at it from a telenovela lens, it’s wonderful to see rafael go from someone who is drowning in money and doesn’t know how to ride a bus, to someone who takes a real estate job and a one bedroom apartment to support jane’s dream because he WANTS to. because that’s who he has become. does he have selfish moments? yes. but everyone does. everyone on the show fucks up and is shady because that is the dna of the show.

but rafael is a character who is ironically overlooked by parts of the fandom because of his looks and how it’s “all we like about him,” when his looks aren’t what make him interesting. to understand rafael, you have to pay attention to his entire arc, not just parts of it. he’s someone who has carried trauma and abandonment issues since he was a child. his mother left him and his dad treated him like garbage. he fundamentally believes everyone will leave him. and as much as we adore her now, petra was his wife and cheated on him - after they lost a child. and he had cancer.

rafael has known loss and that shapes his behavior. it’s why he makes the mistake of pushing jane away end of season one. and it’s also why he holds on so tightly to the hotel. because for the longest time it was the one thing that was his. and the idea that he could lose that too drives him crazy. because what else does he have? that doesn’t make it okay, but it makes it understandable. and i think so much hostility for rafael/jafael comes from misunderstanding.

on the other hand, michael is probably the main character we know the least about. outside of being jane’s love interest we know basically nothing about him. we meet his family briefly and in passing. who is he outside of the context of jane? what was his childhood, what are his own issues? we never see them. the most he changes is in montana, off screen. this isn’t to talk shit, it’s to point out that he was never the true love interest.

when michael “died,” i knew there was no way in hell he was actually dead. it’s the oldest trick in the telenovela book. michael’s death was to bring jane back to rafael. but it’s important to remember that she doesn’t run right back to raf, and he doesn’t expect her to. jane mourns, she grieves, and dates around while rafael undergoes his own journey and growth. michael’s false death taught jane that life is unpredictable and can’t always be planned for. it’s only after years that she and rafael fall back in love. and those years of growth allow for them to become friends first and foremost. friendship is the most important aspect of a relationship and what they were missing season one. they really KNOW each other, which was the argument michael had before. that they didn’t know each other.

rafael is not the same person at the end of the show as he was in the beginning. we see that change happen. we know his family, his past, his issues. and that doesn’t mean he doesn’t backslide sometimes because of the fact that. 1. recovery and healing is not linear. and 2. again, telenovelas thrive on drama. but his core values have changed drastically to match jane’s. at the end of s5 they are at a place they can openly discuss their problems before they become bigger and we know they will have a life filled with joy.

jane and rafael’s romance is all interconnected. season two and five in particular. season five people thought rafael was being unfair, and perhaps he was a bit. but him shutting himself off isn’t just because michael came back. after all, he brought him back. it’s because michael came back, jane assured him nothing changed and then things… started to change. (and i don’t fault jane for having to explore.) he sees what happened in season two start to happen all over again and he’s scared. he doesn’t shut himself off to hurt jane, he does it to save himself and his mental health. he is, quite literally, triggered. because he’s mentally ill. and while they could have done it better, the show does address it. which would never happen on a telenovela.  where a original telenovela lead would say, “leave michael or i’ll just fucking die without you.” rafael says, “leave me so i can survive you choosing him again.” no one should feel like a second choice and it isn’t inherently selfish for him to put his mental health first. the fact is this: people contain multitudes. rafael did help jane through her grief, that doesn’t go away. but when circumstances change, they change.

after jane married michael rafael felt like a second choice. but i think he was always her first choice. if he hadn’t ended things in season one, things would be different. but he did. and she went back to what was easy, and chose to try to act like her old life hadn’t been changed. but it had. even if michael hadn’t died she still would have found her way back to raf. and if rafael hadn’t taken her back, she wouldn’t have gone back to michael. that doesn’t mean marrying michael was the WRONG choice at the time, but it’s not her choice anymore. michael coming back had to happen because it let jane have full authority over her choice and let her choice have meaning. jane had practical before and CHOSE to be brave. she grieved and moved on to find happiness again. she saw the life she wants to have and wants to have it with rafael because he has become her best friend and person that knows her reality best for four years.

i spent a lot of years thinking about what the petals falling mean. obviously, they were foreshadowing a wedding. their wedding song is “una flor” by juanes. but more so, flowers bloom naturally in miami, while snow had to be manufactured. jane and rafael are also centered around water. water symbolizes fertility,  freedom, change and rebirth. 

jafael is about them seeing each other, and loving each other. even the bad parts and even through the hard times. it was about them coming to KNOW and love each other and help each other be the best and fullest versions of themselves. it was about them finding even ground after the long struggle for it and finally finding commitment and compromise between two very different and stubborn people who were destined to be together but chose that destiny as one they want to live and make it a reality. in the end they are soulmates, lovers and friends.

what i’m saying is that you don’t have to like jane and rafael. but i wish there was more respect for the fact that their relationship is tied to a long and well loved culture. and they themselves are an ode to a very well loved relationship in an already existing telenovela. jtv is a retelling/remake. them ending up together and their journey getting there was made for a latino audience first and foremost, who (mostly) would know and understand the story in it’s messy glory. jtv is jane and rafael’s story, told by their son, with symbolism and foreshadowing the ENTIRE show. it is layered, and the opposite of “superficial.”

tdlr: they honor the telenovela couple by being messy, but they challenge them by always lovingly cleaning up that mess afterwards. and i love that. there’s nothing wrong with loving that.

[yanara126-writing]

Storge (Family Love)

Edér gets to meet his niece and has a heart to heart with Francesca.

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It was nice sunny afternoon, all the necessary jobs were taken care of for the day, and Francesca sat comfortably on the grass in her giant garden. Park really. With a content smile she watched the turbulent happenings before her. The air was filled with loud shrieks and giggles, some thumps and the occasional soft growl. It was a scene Francesca had never imagined, and even less imagined to enjoy. But somehow this was the happiest she’d ever been, nothing to do, nothing to take care of, not even really someone to share it with. Though that would admittedly change soon. Edér had never been one to waste time if there was the possibility of petting something soft. And Lupa was very soft.

Francesca grinned when Lupa once again caught Vela in their little game of tag, knocking the five-year-old over with a careful nudge in the back. Vela shrieked again and broke out into uncontrollable giggles when Lupa licked her cheek.

When she heard steps coming up behind her Francesca didn’t bother turning away from her daughter, she already knew who it was. The fresh grass crunched a little as the newcomer sat down next to her, stretching his feet and groaning gratefully as his joints cracked. Only then did Francesca look over to him, the smile not leaving her face as she watched her friend blissfully stretch.

They didn’t break the silence for a while, only watching the child and wolf play together, soaking in the warm afternoon sun. Edér was the first one to fill the silence, though he was more awkward about it than Francesca would have expected.

“So, a mum, ey?” Francesca snorted at his comment and laughed a little. They hadn’t seen each other in almost a year, this was the first time he’d met Vela as her daughter and she’d expected some questions, but it seemed the whole situation hadn’t sunk in for him quite yet.

“Yes, a mum,” she told him, a bit of her usual sarcasm bleeding into her voice as she turned to him. Edér nodded awkwardly, still watching the small orlan play excitedly with the much larger wolf.

“Never took you for the type,” he remarked, the question implied, and turned to her as well. This time Francesca laughed out loud. It was incredibly hilarious to her that he would speak such truth from her soul and didn’t even know it.

“Neither did I,” was what finally made it past her laughter, and she found Edér staring at her with a smile of his own.

“Then how come you went through the trouble of adopting this one?” Said one was currently attempting enthusiastically to ride Lupa, and though the wolf didn’t mind letting this strange, bipedal pup, she was also far too big for Vela to truly climb on, resulting in continues falls on her bum. That didn’t stop the valiant little orlan though and repeatedly tried, her little tongue sticking out of her mouth in concentration. “Can’t have been easy to convince them to hand her over.”

No, it truly hadn’t been. But the endless diplomatic talks had been easier to endure than the constant aching of not doing anything, not she knew how to explain that to Edér. Or anyone for that matter. Her smile faded a little, melancholy setting in as she remembered the sleepless nights spent in confusion over why she couldn’t stop thinking about that child she had seen only once for a minute.

Edér was still looking at her expectantly when she surfaced from the memory and she sighed. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to tell Edér, in fact Edér was probably one of the few people she would spill all her secrets to and not regret it, but that didn’t make organising her thoughts any easier.

“It’s hard to explain.”

“What, harder than the secrets of the gods?”

“Well, I suppose not,” she chuckled. “But it’s gonna be a long story.”

“I’m not going anywhere. And from the looks of it, neither is she.” Francesca looked over to Vela and found her daughter, who had apparently given up on her endeavour for a wolf mount, now trying to teach Lupa tricks. The wolf however was playing dumb, just calmly looking on and intentionally doing the wrong trick, which Francesca knew, because these tricks had been among the first she had taught her companion. Shaking her head amusedly Francesca saw that she really wasn’t getting out of this.

Buying herself some time she leant back onto her hands, staring into the sky, debating where to start and burying her fingers into the soft earth.

“You know I’m from Old Vailia. I was born and raised there, but my father was a traveller from the White. That’s how I got my white hair.” To emphasize her point she picked a loose strand of hair and thoughtfully twirled it between her fingers. “My mum was a huntress, and a traveller as well, that’s how they met. They liked each other and decided to stick together for a while. But it didn’t turned out quite how they planned, since my mum got pregnant. They talked about it and then agreed to settle down for a while together. Not much later I was born.” The story felt wooden to her, impersonal after so many years away from her birth place. Not home anymore, home was here now, in her keep, with her daughter.

“They stayed in a small village, mum opened a butchery since she couldn’t really hunt anymore with me around. And then, two years later, my little sister was born. And mum died.” A sigh left her lips again before she could stop it. It didn’t hurt anymore, it had been a long time ago and she didn’t even remember her mother, but still she had never stopped quietly stopped asking herself what might have been. But it was pointless, both because it was over, and because in all likelihood she would’ve grown up with only one parent either way.

“I’m sorry.” Of course he was. Edér’s sincerity never failed to bring a smile to her face, so now as well.

“Don’t be. It is what it is.” She shrugged at him. It’s not like her mother’s death had been anyone’s fault. Death in childbirth was a risk every woman took when bearing a child, and her mother had known that. She cleared her throat and turned away again, continuing the story. “My mother’s loss was of course a blow for my father, but it also meant that now he couldn’t leave anymore, and I think that struck him even harder. He had a toddler and a new-born to take care of alone now and couldn’t just leave to travel or return home again. And Old Vailia was never home for him.”

Suddenly she realized just how the story sounded and quickly added: “Don’t get me wrong, he was never abusive, or even neglectful. I’m sure he loved me and my sister or he wouldn’t have cared enough to stay either way, but still I don’t think he ever quite forgave us for trapping him in a place so foreign to him.” Again she trailed off a little, remembering her father’s unhappiness that only ever showed when he thought they weren’t looking.

“As soon as I was old enough to hold a bow, he taught me how to hunt, skin an animal, all you need to survive on your own. I helped him bring in the meat to make the money we needed as soon as I could, and my sister apprenticed to a local seamstress. It wasn’t easy but we made do. When I came of age I left, so my father had one less mouth to feed. I became a mercenary. I might not be very good in close combat, but you might know that I make a pretty good scout.” She shot Edér a sly grin, wriggling her eyebrows a little. Her gave a smile in return, but didn’t answer, still waiting for her to finish the story. Fair enough.

“I sent home some money for a while. Father always wrote back to tell me it’d arrived, and then one day he wrote me that my sister had gotten married. A city boy, pretty rich from what he said, so my sister was provided for. That was the last letter he sent me. I stopped sending money then.”

“So you don’t know what happened to him?” Edér’s voice was coated with a strange mixture of disbelieve and empathy, and with a start Francesca was reminded of how desperately Edér had searched for answers about his brother. An unfamiliar feeling of shame rose in her, and she could only nod in agreement. “Well, what about you’re sister? Wouldn’t she know where he is.” Of course he had to ask. And she couldn’t deny him the answer, no matter how hot the same suddenly burnt. What would he think of her for it?

“I never asked her.” She mumbled the words under her breath, almost hoping he wouldn’t hear them. But he did, disbelief shaping his face so much, Francesca felt the need to justify herself, though she certainly didn’t want to. “I still write her, I know she’s alive and well taken care of, she has a son of her now.” Her nephew that she’d never met. “But we never write about father.”

He still didn’t understand, but it seemed he didn’t feel like trying anymore. “Okay, okay. So how does this relate to you adopting the little pipsqueak?” And wasn’t that the question of all questions. But she’d much rather debate this than spend anymore time on her father and she scrambled to find the proper words.

“I never… I never felt quite right in Old Vailia either. I was an outsider, a stranger to my own people.” Again her fingers found their way to her hair. She was fine with it now, even a little proud of it, but as an adolescent she had wished many times for her sister’s darker shade. “So Vela’s fate… struck cord with me. I’d never been one for love really, it had seemed such a silly concept growing up, and my surroundings were only proving me right, but this baby, Vela… I couldn’t forget about her. About a child as out of place with her people as I was, even if she didn’t know it yet.” And she hopefully never would. “I couldn’t sleep again for a while. I didn’t understand why I couldn’t just move on. She wasn’t in danger anymore, her brother would take care of her, but still I couldn’t. And one day I just decided I couldn’t leave her there.” She looked back to Edér, her story essentially finished.

They sat in silence for a few seconds, only looking at each other and both just processing. Suddenly a loud yell of triumph shattered the moment and Francesca and Edér whirled around. What they found was Vela sitting on Lupa, having finally managed to climb on somehow. With one hand she was waving in their direction, euphoria more than visible on her face, with the other she pulled on the wolf’s fur to stay on, and Lupa patiently let her. Vela shrieked again when Lupa started walking over to them, slowly and carefully, but for the little orlan it was still the most adrenalin inducing ride she’d ever been on.

Francesca grinned broadly and got up, watching her daughter come closer, almost bouncing on the wolf’s back in excitement. Silently she promised Lupa an extra piece of meat tonight.

Once they were in reach, Francesca reached out and pulled Vela off her mount, throwing her into the air a little and catching her again, both laughing all the while.

“What a brave rider you are!” Vela giggled again, obviously still too full of adrenalin to do anything else. “But now I have someone to introduce to you.” Francesca turned around a little to put Edér into Vela’s field of vision and pressed her close. “Meet your uncle Edér. He was busy for the last year, but now he’s very excited to meet you.”

Edér blinked once, but then immediately complied, a broad grin splitting his face, even as Vela still seemed a bit unsure of the big man before her.

“Of course I am! I have to meet such a mighty warrior that has tamed this wild beast, right?” Vela grinned now as well, clearly fond of the flattery as she wildly nodded her head in agreement. Lupa on the other hand just snorted. She was more than used this human’s antics by now. “Would you perhaps let me pet you mighty steed, princess?” That made Vela a little insecure again, and she glanced up to Francesca, who gave her an encouraging nod. And so Vela looked to Edér again and gave him a very serious nod and permission to pet “her mighty steed.”

Said mighty steed had a different opinion though. As Edér bowed down a little to brush his hand over her fur, and sly glint, much like her master’s, appeared in her eyes, and before Francesca could warn him, Lupa had already leapt onto him, causing Edér to tumble to the ground, a giant wolf sitting on his chest.

“Good to see you again too, girl,” he coughed breathlessly, the considerable weight on his chest doing nothing to discourage him from petting the wolf. Francesca was laughing again, more than familiar with scenes like this already, but she stopped soon when she saw Vela’s face, who didn’t seem quite so amused at the situation. Not wanting to upset her daughter, she whistled for Lupa... who promptly ignored her, happily staying on the warm, silly human who thought he could tease her. Francesca whistled louder, with an insistent undertone impossible to overhear, and Lupa reluctantly got up again and trotted over.

The tense situation over, Vela seemed happier again, and Francesca decided to have a talk with her later just be sure. Edér pulled himself up from the ground, coughing once again, before happily saying: “Well that was a fluffy welcome!” Turning to Vela he added: “And thank you for your permission, princess!” which lifted her spirits even more.

The introductions made, and the sun slowly sinking over the horizon, they started to make their way back to the keep and towards dinner, laughter still hanging in the air behind them.

[this-and-that-and-this]

DAEMON’S FIRST MARRIAGE

So a lot has become clear to me about Daemon’s first marriage.

Just as Rhea clearly spelled out, it was never consummated; therefore, its barrenness.

Makes perfect sense.

Daemon is known to be perfectly able to perform sexually… until he is not.

As brilliantly explained in this essay, he suffers from “psychogenic erectile dysfunction”, meaning he won’t be able to have an erection when overcome with unwelcome, troubling thoughts and emotions.

We’ve been show about his issue once with Myssaria, and then with Rhaenyra at the brothel. So even if we can’t tell about its frequency, we know it to be a thing.

Being married by duty to an uninteresting woman, not of his choosing, and on top of it, getting thus removed from court; resulted almost unbearable.

We know little about the politics involved in the arrangement of this marriage. But obviously the opinion of the people involved wasn’t taken into account, and at least we know how much Daemon resented it.

He complied, but we can imagine forcefully.

The crown must have had good reason to have hot headed, Daemon married off to the Vale, even if we can’t tell why.

Was it because it meant an advantageous political alliance?

Was it because the prince’s restless nature was steadily becoming a pain in Vicery’s ass?

Was it because it just was due time for the rogue prince to settle down and perform his duty as noble man of his age?

Was it because marrying him meant having him conveniently removed from court?

Perhaps all of the above.

Whatever the reason behind it, we do know Daemon completely resented his marriage, as he later reproached it to his brother. He resented the lack of choice. He disliked the wife chosen for him (probably considering her beneath his status; as being a Targaryen meant he was programmed from an early age to expect being married into family). And I think, most of all, he hated being sent away as he so craved proximity to his brother, recognition, and an assuredness in his place in the world. And for him, that meant heir to the realm, and hand to the kind. Closeness to his bother.

Also, Daemon probably thought it was imperative to secure his Targaryen legacy, as in producing Targ offspring. Not “half blood” Vale kids.

So, back to the arranged marriage, Daemon, hating the idea of it, must have been a despicable groom. And when the time came for him to perform and consummate it… Surprise, can’t do!

I can only imagine his anger and humiliation.

I don’t think it’s like he even tried again. Full of resentment and frustration he must have chosen to stay as far away from his lady wife as possible.

Lady Rhea, in turn, deprived of the few comforts promised by an arranged marriage, such as a steady homely life full of respectability and children, probably grew bitter and eventually bite back too.

I feel for Lady Rhea, also forced into an arranged marriage with a petulant, impulsive guy who clearly despised marrying her, who in the end even used the “divorce rock” on her.

Duty, it is called.

So, Daemon’s first marriage was an awful affair through and through. More so for Lady Rhea.

What a callous bastard. And again, we think he’s hot. Oh my.

[xladymalice]

Reposting this, because Tumblr is a bitch

[Updated 28.08.17]

My first try on the Swapfell Dawn Asgore and Toriel designs!

I will add some more information about them later!

Name changes will happen. I will give Toriel and Asgore new nicknames, so all know this is my version of them.

SFD Toriel - “The heartless Beauty”

Toriel was known to be a kind queen who tried to settle down the ongoing war between the bordering countries. From young age she had to meet the expectations of the elder advisors and give up much from her childhood. Her only purpose was not ruling over the country: it was giving birth to a strong son.

“Only a strong queen can give birth to a healthy son.”

Even her mother praid her every evening, that only true beauty was worshipped. True beauty was always connected to true pain. But in this world it didn’t seem to matter.

Toriel ignored the harsh education she received and tried to change this world, but it became worse the clearer it got that the Underground was doomed never to see the surface again. She tried to find solutions. So her country would find their hope again to stand through all war and pain.

Toriel put her entire hope into giving birth to a true hero who would change everything. She became desperate, trying to get strong and to display true beauty, even if it was just on the surface.

The day came where she met Asgore who seemed to be the perfect match up for her. He was not only of royal blood but also a true warlord with unbelievable strength. Even though she was mostly driven by the mere obsession of becoming a proud mother she fell in love with the gentle tyrant* (See Asgore).

After many attempts that worsened Toriel’s determination she finally got pregnant and gave birth to a healthy boy. She put all of her hope and strenght into educating and raising the boy, not allowing Asgore to interfere with a single thing. In fact, she barely let him close to his own child. Asgore was pushed aside and put on the throne to rule over the country until Asriel was ready for it.

In these 6 years Toriel let herself go, just focused on her child and tried to be the best mother. She balanced the education between being a good successor and being a child, but she lost trck of reality nontheless. Asriel was burdened with all of her hopes and dreams of the future, that it became his destiny to try and fail.

One day Asgore lost his temper, locked Toriel away and tried to beat some sanity into her (mostly verbally, it was literally one slap into her face). He was tired of barely seeing his own child. And he was especially tired of seeing his son as an empty shell that was filled with Toriel’s selfish dreams that she couldn’t fulfill herself.

Unlucky for both Asriel decided to meet his fate when he finally had the chance to move freely. So he ended up dying. (Yes, his character is not swapped. I have my reasons for this)

Toriel lost her hope with her child gone. Instead of trying to understand what Asriel tried, she blamed Asgore for the loss of her son. Grief and despair overcame her until it swallowed her up entirely. Then her wrath took over and formed her into a completely different queen. She trained, got her old beauty back and kicked Asgore of her throne. In fact, she battled him with some unfair tricks on her sleeve and won the battle.

Since that day Asgore had to wear the collar with the small bell around his neck. She forced him down, made some kind of tool out of him and lost her love for him.

Since the loss of her child, Toriel hunted down pregnant monsters and killed every unborn kid if it was a boy. At times she waited for them to give birth to decide their fate then.

Sometimes she took away newborns and made them her new soldiers. Female babies were mostly ignored, but she tended to act by mood: so girls died, became slaves or even worse.

Toriel couldn’t touch kids of nobility or high ranking monsters. This is one of the reasons Gaster did not lose his sons.

Toriel was not always succesful in hunting down monster kids.

Many male babies were raised in hidden chambers. They got dressed up as girl for a long time.

Toriel doesn’t let her people rest. So she regularly tries to find male young monsters and force them into her army.

Toriel still seeks a new child, but because of her brutal ways to get back to her own beauty, she damanged her own organs too much. Her soul also does not allow to bear a new life.

Angry and desperate about not being able to give birth again, she basically hunted down potential new “sperm and magic donors” to get pregnant. (I will explain how monster pregnancy works soon.) She is known to have had many affairs.

Asgore was not able to act against her will nor could he stop what was happening after.

Toriel ignored her husband, used him as a tool and made him work every day until he became a spiritless monster. So she could try to find someone else who would make her wish come true.

Toriel still believes in the saying “Only the beautiful and wealthy rule the world. Only a strong women gives birth to a healthy child.”  So she’s training herself a lot and…. going far ways to stay beautiful.

It is said that she drinks blood of the unborn. It is also said that she eats monster souls to stay young. Rumours also say that she is devouring kids who didn’t meet her expectations.

Sadly, these rumours are true.

SFD!Asgore

His story is probably one of the most common and sad ones.

Born into a rich and aristocratic family of warriors he stepped into his father’s boots and tried to meet his entire family’s expectations. Unlike you may think, he had a quite pleasant childhood because he was not a single child. At least he was surrounded by boys and girls at the same age too.

Still, it was hard for him to become strong like his father. He knew he had to take over the army at full age. So he was always in some kind of rush. He avoided distracting himself too much. This meant almost no interaction with others even though he wanted to.

Asgore had many friends nonetheless. Also, he was the small hero for his own family… he was always supporting the old and his mother. He values women a lot. His respect for the female race is incredibly high. That’s why he treats every lady with greatest kindness and politeness.

He knew if he succeeded following his father’s path that he could choice any bride he wanted to have. So it seemed that it was worth the effort. After all…. he had someone in his mind when it came to marriage. Asgore was pretty mature at a young age - influenced by parents and education. Therefore he has known his goal since he was a teen.

He met Toriel at a large banquet for the first time and fell in love at once. It was not only the beauty of this certain girl but her warm radiance. He knew that she would make the perfect bride to him. His goal was set and his determination rose.

Asgore managed to take over his father’s army and serve the royalty. Still, his dream to get to marry Toriel seemed in vain. His desired girl was picky, mostly hidden by her family and seemingly out of range. He figured that he had to become even better to impress her.

Only after the won war against the southern bordering country Toriel noticed him finally. Back then Asgore didn’t know he made a huge mistake…

Choosing Toriel would seal his fate.

Actually, Asgore had better choices. It was kind of the social’ demand that he married her. It was also blind admiration towards the beauty and the warm smile that made him choose her. He didn’t really know her… and this would become the biggest problem.

Asgore and Toriel lived happily for a long while. Sure, he didn’t understand why Toriel was so obsessed with getting pregnant… but who was he to deny his beautiful queen? His queen, who made him king. Who was beautiful and nice to him…

who had this kind heart, right?

But why would a kind heart deny you meeting your own child then?

Asgore was the happiest man on earth - knowing his queen finally got pregnant - until the child was born.

Then, the pain was unavoidable.

Asgore suffered from not being able to meet his own flesh and blood… his child. his son.

He had been so proud to hear that it would be a boy. He had wanted to teach him things… to show him a better life… to show him how not to collabs to the burdens set on you.

The opposite happened and Toriel burdened everything on the tiny child who was just unlucky to be born into her laps.

Asgore tried to get closer to Toriel after she denied him his son but even this was in vain. It was like she had never loved him but his strength. Bit by bit Asgore realised his mistake to fall in love with a desperate witch.

While his son grew in these few years Asgore noticed many changes in Toriel. She didn’t only let herself go and force him ruling over the country, she was basically unfaithful. She just didn’t had the time to actually betray him….

and he knew this. He watched over her from afar, trying to keep her out of trouble.

Even thought he slowly became depressed he still loved her and tried to believe in her stupid ideals. Maybe she would let him close to his son one day…

The day  didn’t come…

Asgore’s patience died.

He had enough watching his queen’s action and locked her up. He just wanted to make her understand how wrong she was. That she couldn’t control her child like a good doll.

He knew that his son suffered from everything Toriel did. Asgore didn’t like to admit it but he found that Toriel was a terrible mother. Especially after she announced to the people about their born son.

Well, Asgore forgot one thing that day. No one looked after Asriel. So the kid left and tried to fulfill his goal, sacrificing himself while doing so.

To some degree Asgore knew this was his own fault. He blamed himself… he blamed himself a lot. But he knew it was mainly Toriel who drove the kid into his own madness.

Asgore felt terribly reminded of Gaster who tried to “create new life” in vain all these years. He realised that his queen must have suffered the same weird obsession as Gaster did and tried to change her mind….

to give it another try…. to rule the kingdom together.

His try went terribly wrong…

After waiting many months to talk properly to Toriel the said queen just defeated him with unfair methods and made him kiss the ground she stood on. To demonstrate her power over him, she cut of his horns and put a magical collar around his neck in order to have true control over him.

Asgore knew it had been a mistakes to go to her.

And he knew one more thing:

He regretted letting her win with these methods.

She cut off his horns in public. She harassed and degraded him in front of his beloved people. And she announced that he was not worthy of his throne…. so he became more a slave than anything else.

Asgore wanted to fight it.

But he couldn’t.

He had believed in this woman. He had tried to believe in her dreams and ideals. Being betrayed by the women he gave his heart to was just too much for him to handle at that time. (especially with the loss of his son)

Asgore was left to follow her orders and do whatever she wanted…

And he watched… silently… everything that happened.

Everything he saw made him fall into more grief… into a state of hopelessness… until he barely cared anymore.

He decided to do nothing anymore… his queen wasn’t his queen anymore but a desperate slut.

Asgore once was a good king. He has to rule with an iron fist but he was gentle.

Now, he is just a shell of his old self…. with a hidden, boiling rage that might explode somewhen in the future…

more follows. (maybe)

This is the story for Dawn. Once Dawn is done, I’ll probably explain how the timelines and the interaction with Chara looks like.

[ryderaeron]

The Aeron Family - Last of My Kind Development Task #2

Family, for Ryder, is a knot tied so tightly around his heart, that no matter how much you tug on it it just won’t unravel. When asked about a mother he’ll direct you to Rowan Thane, the only proper mother figure he knew. The only woman in his life that looked at him and cared for him regardless of his faults. If pressed about a father figure, Ryder - if you haven’t chased him far away from the word - will point to two men: Kameer Gbeho, the lawyer who helped him through the court proceedings following what the Aeron’s now call “The Incident”. (Because the continuous abuse of your second born son needs a cute title). He was the man who gave him a roof over his head while arrangements with Ryder’s aunt were made. And Andy Thane, who taught Ryder everything he needed to know about this life he was diving head first into. The world revolves around his two siblings - Collette Alves, who means so much to Ryder that his guest room will forever be called Lettie’s Room so she knows she’s got a place to stay. And now, Benny Thane, the baby that has already found his own little spot in Ryder’s heart. 

That’s who his family is. But there’s not denying that Ryder’s issues with family stem from the group of people who share a bloodline with him. All his therapists have tried different ways to get him to open up about his biological family. The only one to actually succeed, was Betsy. Who took a shot in the dark and asked Ryder about them one day, fully expecting no response. And she didn’t that day.

But the next week he surprised her; and told her as much as he could handle. What she learned was:

Clay Aeron ruled the Aeron home with an iron fist that was established in his high school years as he ran for student body president. When he won his junior year of high school he got a huge head; decided that this would become his life and already began his research for his presidential run. But when he lost his senior year, that’s when Clay’s cruelty came crashing down. His brother, who won over him, came to school the next day with a busted lip that when paired with Clay’s black eye, proved that Clay Aeron didn’t take losing very well, and the fuse to his anger was minuscule. Any tiny thing would set it off. But of course that wasn’t to be shown to the public, so Clay put on a happy face and eventually schmoozed his way into the heart of Raissa Darcelle when they met in college. 

Raissa was the older of two daughters born to a popular host of a Christian talk show and her executive producer. Determined to prove to her parents that she would do what she wanted now that she was out of the house and away from their - and God’s - constant scrutiny, she picked up every habit she could think of that would make her mother clutch her rosary. Raissa met Clay behind the campus library. She was smoking a cigarette, hating the burning of the ash, but loving the way it would make her mother’s eyes burn with disdain, and he asked for a light. They got married by their graduation, and when Clay got a high paying job in Georgia working for the State House, Raissa was able to start writing her series of self help books about becoming true to yourself when everything was stacked against you. 

Though her younger sister, Lexia Darcelle worshiped Raissa; she didn’t take to her sister’s righteous rebellion. Lexi stayed close to their hometown of Baton Rogue, Louisiana for most of her life. She got into the teaching school at Louisiana State, and ended up teaching high school all over Louisiana before settling down in Olympus and teaching at the private high school the next town over. Lexia means well, she truly does, and when the police called about the state of her nephew, she took him in. And she tried to give him the life he deserved; but it was hard to come to terms with the fact that her sister allowed everything that happened to her younger son to happen, so she eventually started to distance herself from the redheaded evidence of the cruel side of the woman she looked up to all her life. 

Oliver Aeron, learned his way of caring for people from both of his parents. He took what he could get from them and then tossed them aside. An amazing child, who at the age of five absolutely adored his baby brother, Oliver was also very observant. As time went on and Clay’s anger started to bubble over onto Ryder, the older son realized that he would have to distance himself from his rother to prevent any of that anger being pointed to him. The first few years when things got bad, Oliver would help Ryder behind closed bedroom doors, reading him Peter Pan and telling him to “just think happy thoughts. Then you’ll get wings and fly away from here”. But even then, the secret meetings only lasted until Ryder was 10. And then Oliver pretended to be too busy. After The Incident, Oliver went to college and became a lawyer. He made the entire family proud. Unfortunately, Oliver’s life was cut short in September of 2019. Police say it must have been retaliation from a murderer who Oliver had a hand in putting in prison, but nothing more could be figured out in the case. 

[wyattzimmermcn]

ship meme  /  wyatt  &  kate  zimmerman

How did they they meet? They met in Martha’s Vineyard, Massachusetts in 2016 while attending a regatta, introduced by a mutual friend and -- ironically -- one of Kate’s then-boyfriend’s sisters. The rest was fate! 

Who developed romantic feelings first? I imagine Kate did, but Wyatt was pushing the agenda of ‘we should be together’ before either of them knew it, because he’s liked the thought of her, and her celebrity, a lot longer than he’s actually liked her.

Who is their biggest “shipper?” No one. They are a notoriously unpopular couple. Homewreckers. Kate’s parents don’t like Wyatt and Wyatt’s parents think the Berkshires have a stick up their ass, so they never have big family Christmases and they flip-flop between the city and Albany for holidays. 

When did they have their first kiss and under what circumstances? They kissed on the beach at sunset. Some of the sailboats from the regatta were still lodged in the sand and they sat in the dim light with a bottle of champagne, shells between their toes, and about two inches of room between them before he made the first move. 

Who confessed their feelings first? Wyatt was the first person to say I love you, technically, but when Kate said it she actually meant it and not ‘I love what could happen here.’ 

What was their first official date? It wasn’t until a year later. They drove to Virginia and bar-hopped along the coast. Went to a bunch of underground jazz bars and then to some hip, millennial-only bar, and Kate embarrassed Wyatt because he didn’t know any of the songs but they ended up fucking in the parking lot and listening to, of all things, K.C. and The Sunshine Band -- that they later played at their wedding.

How do they feel about double dates/group dates? No one likes Wyatt so double dating is hard to do. She probably comes with him to business dinners when other representatives are expected to bring their wives, and they wine-and-cheese test and it’s all fun and games until Kate asks if he has any real friends; people he actually would care about if they didn’t choke on their fork right in front of him. Sometimes Wyatt will be dragged to Kate’s girl-nights, and then be forced to listen to her girlfriend’s sobs stories, but he’s so disinterested and acts like such a bore that she doesn’t make him come around often. 

What do they do in their down time? Teach their dog, Max, new commands. Property investment. Flipping houses. Stocks. Going back to Mass. Facetiming her parents (begrudgingly, on his part.) Other things. 

What was the first meeting of parents as an official couple like? It went terribly and they’re not allowed to talk about it because they haven’t decided who’s fault it was and it invariably leads to a fight, two years on. If Debra really was being a bitch the whole night or if Wyatt was just being defensive because she brought up the pre-nup and called him out about not liking her dinner. Also, her family kept making underhanded quips about their daughter dating a democrat, and how he was nothing like Dean. By the way, Katie, how is Dean? And Wyatt was like, right in front of my salad?

What was their first fight over and how did they get past it? Probably when they decided to go steady and not see other people? Wyatt would’ve been casually seeing other women and she would’ve approached him like, I ended a several year relationship for you, I disappointed my parents, I hurt people, and you can’t keep it in your pants? So, that was that. 

Which one is more easily made jealous? It wavered in the beginning, when the relationship was just taking off, and the scale tipped more toward Wyatt because Kate held the upper-hand (it was her family who was influential, she was the one who was young and had her pick of virtually anyone in the world, she could choose to stay or leave.) But now that he’s Speaker, and they’re married, and the scale has tipped, I’d say she gets a little more jealous. Especially because he’s not very delicate when dealing with her feelings.

What is their favourite thing to get to eat? Bagels! There’s this cute shop right down the road from their apartment that was a huge selling point when they were house buying. 

Who’s the cuddly one? What their favourite cuddling position? I don’t see them as being huge cuddlers. When they’re watching TV they have a hand on each other and in bed they’ll huddle close and in the morning he’ll lean toward her, but he wouldn’t necessarily instigate full-fledged cuddling although wouldn’t outright deny it if she did.

Are they hand holders? Wyatt is not, by nature. But if Kate wanted it he wouldn’t object. Probably not during important events, obviously -- they aren’t Meghan and Harry -- but if they’re visiting friends for the holidays or walking down the historic district, sure, they’ll link fingertips. 

How long do they wait before sleeping together for the first time? What’s the circumstances? They didn’t really wait that long at all. It was a cat and mouse game at first, Kate was dating Dean and Wyatt wanted to smash, basically. (The sister who introduced Kate to Wyatt said “I’m going to marry him”, whereas when Wyatt first laid eyes on Kate his first thought was “I’m going to fuck her”). And since they only really had the weekend together, it happened kind of fast and ended, obviously, messily.  

Who tops? Wyatt.

What’s the worst first they’ve ever gotten into? Hasn’t happened yet, I feel. They’re probably always on the brink of some fight or another but that big, earth-shattering, first major fight into a marriage hasn’t happened yet? Prior to getting married, it was the idea that Wyatt wanted her to change parties, change loyalties, for him. And she eventually caved, so there’s that. End of.

Who does the shopping and the cooking? Both? Wyatt is a little more pragmatic / realistic, though, so Kate will go to the store and only get wine and bath-salts and Wyatt will get actual preparations for dinner or he’ll have his assistant do it. 

Which one is more organized and prone to tidiness? Equally tidy. I can’t see either of them being Messy Marvins, but they do have hired help to make sure the flat is always spick and span.

Who proposes? Wyatt, pretty soon into ‘officially’ dating. You’d think he was in the military or something by the way they rushed into things.

Do they have joined Bachelor/Bachelorette parties or separate? No. Kate had hers in New York with all twelve dozen of her closest friends (kidding) and Wyatt went to a strip club and did coke.

Who is the best man/maid of honour? Any other groomsmen or bridesmaids? Wyatt’s best man is ... Idk, when he actually has friends I’ll answer this. I also don’t know who Kate’s friends are. Which is pretty in-character because I don’t think Wyatt knows any of her friend’s names, even after going to dinners with them, spending New Years with them, and attending their children’s baptisms. Oops. 

Big Ceremony or Small? For them, it was fairly quaint. But for others, it probably seemed large and elaborate. Kate probably spent months planning whereas Wyatt would’ve happily settled for a day’s trip to the courthouse.

Do they have a honeymoon? If so, where? I think we settled on some Polynesian Island? I can’t remember.

Do they have children? How many? None (yet!).

[croatian-magician]

Long live the king (part 2)

Pairing: Šejan

Word count: 2758

Summary: Šime becomes king of France and finds love along the way

Warnings: sex but nothing too explicit

Notes: I entirely blame the no good gang for this mess of a story.

“Ugh, I’m so done with being king!” Šime whined, walking around in his office as Dejan observed him with an amused look.

“What happened again?”

“It’s the nobles of the court! The few who decided to stay at Versailles when I said they could go back to their lands, anyway. They’re complaining, saying that I’m not holding enough parties here, that the castle is boring, the food not good enough. So I told the cooks ‘Let them have domaćica!’ because that’s like, the best food ever, but no, they’re still complaining. Can’t they be like normal people and, I don’t know, find a soule and go play outside? No, of course, that’s not good enough for them!”

“Well, it is true that you are not too fond of ballet. And I don’t want to be rude or anything, but it is expected of a king to organize events where people can dance. That’s tradition and most people at the court like it. I could take care of it myself so you wouldn’t be bothered by the preparations.” Dejan suggested.

At his words, Šime tensed and the nobleman knew something was wrong, even though he still needed to find what.

“Come on, we don’t have money to waste on something that stupid. Can’t we have, I don’t know, a comedy play instead? Those are funnier.”

“Šime, don’t turn around the subject and just tell me what’s bothering you. What, you don’t know to dance? I’m sure a great seducer like you must…”

Dejan suddenly lost his voice as his king looked away, clearly embarrassed by his words. His expression turned softer as he gently put his hands on his waist so that he wouldn’t run away.

“You really don’t? Sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“I used to know, a long time ago, but I forgot most of it when I was in prison. Just like I never learned the new dances that are in fashion now. Also, I can barely stand on those high heels I have to wear, so dancing? I would just make a fool of myself. Have you ever seen a king who didn’t know how to dance?”

“So that’s your big problem? You should have just told me earlier. I’ll teach you.

“You… You’d really do that?”

“Of course. You’ll need to learn how to lead, though.”

“Can’t I just follow? It would be easier.” Šime protested.

“Maybe, but that’s not what’s expected of a king. Come on, just put your hands here, on my waist.”

“Is this your way of seducing me? Because it’s working.”

Šime leaned toward Dejan so he could start sucking at his neck but the nobleman pushed him away gently.

“Oh no, you’re not getting away with it that easily. You need to learn how to dance or people will start wondering again if you really come from a royal family or if it’s just a lie. We can do this later, though.”

“Can I get kisses as rewards? Because if the answer is yes, then I’m in.”

“Of course you can, you idiot king. Now, I’m going to show you the steps, so stay focused…”

After a while, Šime grew accustomed to the dance training sessions. In fact, he even started enjoying it, especially once he decided to sing in the middle of dancing. It started as a joke, but Dejan joined him and soon enough, the lyrics of Marica were filling the room.

It was also supposed to stay between them, but people heard the king humming the tone while he was walking in his gardens and it soon became quite popular. Once it came to his ear that his people was dancing to Marica, Šime’s desire to learn how to dance to it rose up and he made impressing progresses in little time.

The first times he partied, Šime didn’t like it that much, mostly because he had to dance with French ladies instead of Dejan. However, he also grew more acquainted with some great people  who weren’t bothered that much by the etiquette, just like him. Mario was always trying to fight someone, Domagoj always found a way to wreck havoc around him and Ivan was always flirting with Luka, a young captain serving in the army. Since Šime had put an end to most of the wars when he became king, Luka now had nothing much to do except hanging around in the castle to assure the king’s safety, which suited Ivan quite well.

But mostly, the king liked those nights because it always ended up with him tumbling into bed with Dejan, one way or another. This had been one of those nights and Šime slowly awakened, covers barely covering his waist, as the morning light disturbed his sleep. He was laying naked in bed with his lover’s arms around his body. When his eyes met Dejan’s, he expected his partner to scold him for being too careless the day before.

Usually, Dejan refused to sleep in the same bed as him, in fear someone would surprise them together in the morning. But today, he was too busy tracing the lines of Šime’s tattoos with his fingers to lecture him. The king shivered under the touch, pleased to receive such a warm welcome so early.

“Good morning, mon amour.” He whispered, turning around so he could kiss Dejan.

It was slow and lazy. Soon, Šime fell back onto the bed as Dejan started playing with his tattoos again.

“I was wondering, why do you have those? Not to be rude, but it is quite unusual for noblemen to have tattoos.”

“Well, I was a prisoner not so long ago, remember? Sometimes, other people shared my cell for a few days or weeks. They were all condemned to the guillotine, though, so they never stayed for long, but I befriended some of them and they accepted to make these tattoos. Since I thought I would wear that iron mask forever, I saw it as a way to keep my individuality. I don’t know if that makes sense, but somehow that helped me to hold on through the years and to protect myself from insanity long enough for you to find me and get me out of there.”

“No, I understand. Also, if you want to know, it looks beautiful on you.”

“Hmm, looks like someone is flattering me. If you’re trying to get money or a title out of your king, I’ll let you know that I can’t be corrupted that easily.”

“Sorry to disappoint, but I’m no interested in those things. Your love and your body are the only things I wish to possess right now.”

“If that is so, then what don’t you claim it for yourself?”

Dejan didn’t resist that last call of temptation. He pushed Šime into the mattress, covering his neck and shoulders in lustful kisses. The king closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around his shoulders, willingly offering himself to his lover.

He could only be this vulnerable when he was with Dejan. With him, he could lose control, forget his responsibilities for a while, but also the struggles he had faced when he was a prisoner. As their bodies rocked together, his whole world revolved around Dejan, obscuring everything else.

As his lover brought them both to completion, he couldn’t do anything but whisper his name against his shoulder, trying his best to stay quiet but failing at it. Later, he would worry about someone discovering their secret. But right now, he let himself be engulfed by pleasure one last time before falling back into the covers.

It was hard for him to find his breath again, but once he managed to do it, he immediately snuggled into Dejan’s side, happy and content.

“You know you can’t stay in bed too late, your majesty.” Dejan reminded him after a while.

“Shut up, I’m feeling sleepy and it’s your fault.”

“I wasn’t the one who suggested this, if I remember well.”

“Well, I didn’t exactly have to beg you either.” Šime groaned, but he still forced himself to stand up.

His legs were still unsteady, but Dejan was there to help him, as always. Still, a flicker of worry passed through his stare.

“I didn’t go too hard on you, right?”

“Of course you didn’t. Now please help me find clothes before some servant starts worrying about me and come in to ask about my well-being.”

“You can just take those from yesterday. No one will notice.”

“Of course someone will notice! Did you try talking with Mario for more than five minutes? Aside from fighting people, the man’s obsessed by fashion! And even if that wasn’t the case, my tights are ruined because a certain someone thought it would be a good idea to use his teeth to take them off of me last night!”

“You found it hot!”

“Of course I found it hot, but that won’t help me getting dressed right now!”

They were about to argue when they heard a knock on the door. Both men stared at each other with horror written all over their faces.

“What do we do?” Dejan asked.

“I don’t know, maybe try hiding under the bed? I’ll go back in and pretend to still be sleeping.”

“Yeah, like that will work with your clothes and mines still spread all over the room.”

Another knock put an end to their quarrel, and the, they both froze when they heard the person behind the door talking, obviously amused.

“Please, don’t bother hiding under the bed. This is Ivan and I just wanted to say that you guys don’t need to hurry, because the whole castle already knows you’re seeing each other and no one cares. Also, it would be nice of you to make less noise while Luka is on guarding duty near your apartments. He’s trying to keep you alive and safe from murderers, so have some mercy for him.”

Dejan and Šime both grew red in shame, although they were both relieved that they wouldn’t have to face bigger consequences. Ivan left before Šime could try to deny anything, leaving the two lovers to their realization.

“Okay, let’s try to see the bright side of this. Obviously, our relationship isn’t a problem, contrary to what we were expecting. Also, Ivan is one to talk. Everybody knows he’s constantly making love eyes at Luka.” Šime whined.

“Still, we weren’t careful enough. Maybe it doesn’t bother anyone here, but our secret love could bother some people. You’re not without knowing that officially, what we are doing is forbidden out of marriage and…”

“Then let’s get married!”

Dejan’s brain stopped functioning for a second, before he stared at Šime with unbelieving eyes. A spark of joy shone in the nobleman’s stare, but Dejan quickly chased it away.

“Listen, Šime, I’m glad to know you love me that much, but this isn’t possible. A king like you could only marry a prince or a princess, not someone of a lower rank. No one would accept that.”

“I never talked of an official wedding. We could do it in secret, and if someone comes one day to bother us about our relationship, we could just say ‘hey, guess what? We were married all along.’”

“And who would marry us, exactly?”

“That doesn’t matter, really. The point of a secret wedding is that it stays secret, no? Maybe we could ask Luka? Domo once said he kinda looked like a priest, with how innocent he appears.”

“Domo was also drunk that night and he mistook Suba for a frog and Lovre for a giraffe.”

“I’m king, I can do whatever I want. And if I say Luka is a priest, then he is. And we could always blackmail him about his relationship with Ivan to make sure he won’t tell anything.”

“I think power is getting to your head. Maybe making you king was more dangerous than I thought.”

“I just want you to be my husband. Is this too much to ask?”

“Don’t look at me with those eyes, it’s not fair and you know it. We’re not getting a secret wedding and we’re not having Luka as our priest. End of discussion.”

“Ainsi, je vous déclare unis par les liens sacrés du mariage. Vous pouvez embrasser le marié.”

Šime grinned widely as his lips joined with Dejan’s, while behind them, Luka looked particularly displeased to be here, trapped in bishop clothes. He cleared his throat, loud enough to interrupt the two lovebirds.

“Now that we’re done, can I change clothes and go back to Ivan? And also, can we please never mention what happened today ever again?”

“Come on, don’t be mad. I’m pretty sure it wasn’t that bad, brother Modrić.”

“For the love of god, will you please stop using that ridiculous nickname?”

“That’s not a nickname!” Šime protested. “I decide who the higher-ups of the church are in my country, so from now on, you’re brother Modrić!”

“Whatever you say. Now I’ll just go before Ivan worries because you two practically kidnapped me in the middle of the night just so I could participate in your little secret ceremony.”

“In my defense, that was Šime’s idea!” Dejan intervened.

“I don’t want to know whose idea it was! I clearly remember you both dragging me out of my room for this nonsense.”

“Fine, Fine, whatever you say. Oh, and since you’re going to see Ivan, can you tell him to deliver some domaćica to my apartments tomorrow morning?” Šime asked.

“Sometimes, I wonder if you two aren’t having a contest at finding the most ridiculous jobs for us. But sure, Ivan will deliver domaćica tomorrow morning, your highness.”

In Luka’s mouth, the words sounded terribly ironic. He bowed in an exaggerated way before leaving the chapel. Dejan and Šime ended up alone, both still dressed in their most fancy clothes. They had huge grins on their faces and Šime didn’t lose a second to throw himself into the nobleman’s arms.

“I can’t believe we did it. That we got married. It still feels unreal, to think that I got that far. All that thanks to you…”

Šime laid his head on Dejan’s shoulder, sighing happily. His now husband rubbed his back gently, knowing that it was sometimes still hard for him to process all this.

“I only gave you the recognition you deserve… Hey, don’t look at me like that! Okay, maybe making you king was a bit extreme, but it’s not as if I had a choice. And to be honest, everyone loves you here. You’re kind, you’re always one to party, you take care of your subjects… Luka, Ivan, Suba, they’re not stupid, you know. I’m sure they guessed a long time ago that there’s not a drop of royalty in your blood.”

“What? But if that’s true, why didn’t they say anything?”

“Simply because they can see that you’re a good king, even though we can get a bit crazy with the domaćica sometimes.”

“Hey, I won’t let you insult domaćica!”

“Of course not, mon cher, of course not. All I wanted to say is that you’re a great king and that I couldn’t be more proud to be your husband.”

“I could return you the compliment, you know. One life won’t be enough to thank you for getting me out of that awful jail.”

“Oh, wait, I have an idea! You want to thank me? Then what do you think of writing a false later to Mario? We’ll just have to pretend we’re Ramos provoking him in duel! They hate each other so much it’s almost funny. Oh, and we could ask Domo to help us find a good way of pranking him. What do you think?”

“I think that you have to be my soulmate, because you’re just brilliant and I love you. Although this can wait until tomorrow.”

“Oh, is someone eager to enjoy his wedding night?” Dejan teased him, wriggling his eyebrows in a ridiculous way that made Šime huff in laughter.

“I’m mostly interested in having domaćica for breakfast, but I guess that’ll do too.”

“Come here, you mischievous king!”

Šime yelped when Dejan lifted him off the ground, but a grin soon made its way back onto his face.

“So, are you going to carry me bridal style to our room or what?”

Dejan laughed before manhandling him until he had one hand under Šime’s knees and the king’s arms wrapped around his neck.

“Tout ce que mon roi désire.”

Some historical facts:

The game of soule was played with a ball and can be seen as the ancestor of modern football

Translation:

Mon amour: my love

Ainsi, je vous déclare unis par les liens sacrés du mariage. Vous pouvez embrasser le marié: I know declare you bound by the holy links of marriage, you can kiss the husband

Mon cher: my dear

Tout ce que mon roi désire: anything my king desires

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